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FEBRUARY 14. 1955

1

PAT ON THE BACK

A salute to some who have earned
the good opinion of the world of
sport, if not yet its tallest headlines

MIKE McMURTRY

At 21, Mike McMurtry is dead set
on a boxing career. Outside of school
hours at Idaho State College, the Ta-
coma, Wash, heavyweight has time
for little else. Mike is already the na-
tional intercollegiate champion, plans
to turn professional after graduation
and a stint with the Marines. His older
brother Bat is now a pro, unbeaten in
15 fights to date, with 12 knockouts.

YVONNE SUGDEN

Yvonne Sugden visited London’s Queens Ice Club one
night when she was seven. Fascinated with figure skating
at first sight, she has worked at it religiously ever since.
Now 15 and still practicing three to five hours a day,
Yvonne is Britain’s women’s amateur champion for the
second year in a row, won the international competition
at St. Moritz last month and was leading by a wide mar-
gin in the European championships at Budapest until she
fell and finished second. Acclaimed the finest girl free
skater Britain has ever produced, Yvonne will travel to
Vienna this month to compete in the world championships.

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JIMMY JEMAIL’S

HOTBOX

Second, 1912

“Young men now do
not work hard to keep
the body strong. They
eat, play, smoke and
drink too much. If
young men want to
win Olympics, they should begin now. They
should get up early, go to bed early, run
all the time. Young men must eat good
food and have a clean mind.”

The Question:

As a former Olympian,
what should the
United States do to win
the Olympics in 1956?

"We'll have to perform
much better to win
more medals than the
improved Russian
team. Their women are
far ahead of ours in
track and other events. We must field an
all-round team. Not just an outstanding
track team, but top teams in weight lifting,
gymnastics, etc. in which Russians excel.”

“By creating more in-
terest in events in
which we are tradi-
tionally weak. College
meets should schedule
events more nearly
parallel to the Olympics. Business and in-
dustry should cooperate with athletes. This
can be done by staggering hours and work
weeks to allow time for training."

PARRY O'BRIEN. Shot-Put

Winner, 1952

P

jUkJVw "I’ve seen the Russians
in action. They are

geared for to

is better

The games will be in
November, when our athletes have had lit-
tle or no competition. The way to victory is
a revised competitive schedule so our ath-
letes will be at their peak.”

JOHNNY HAYES, Marathon

“Sorry to say that
we have an excellent
chance of losing to the
Russians. Not enough
of our young men de-
vote the time and ef-
fort needed to excel in track and field
events. Training is not fashionable. We have
some good men, but not enough. What
should we do? I'm not a magician.”

HORACE ASHENFELTER, 3.000-Meter Stecple-

CHARLIE MOORE. 400-Meter Hurdles

“By developing incen-
tive among our ath-
letes. Money has nev-
er won a 100-meter
dash. If we can give
our athletes greater in-
centive I think we can win. This can come
through increased recognition and more in-
tense publicity of the amateur events which
make up the Olympic Games.”

“By fostering enthu-
siasm at the family,
school, college and
postcollege levels. I re-
ceived great support
from my father, Cor-
nell University and the N.Y. Athletic Club.
Impress on athletes that there is no greater
thrill than to climb the victory stand and
receive victory wreaths.”

JOSEPH PEARMAN, 10,000-Meter Walk
Second, 1920

“Material should be
scouted now. Former
Olympians should lo-
cate and help coach
promising youngsters.
Bernie Wefers of the
N.Y.A.C. helped me with my arm action.
I learned to hold my head down from
George Goulding, Canada’s champion. Jack
Moakley showed me how to place my feet.”

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SPORTS

MEMO FROM THE PUBLISHER

Editor-in-chief Henry R. Luce

President Roy E. Larsen

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Volume 2, Number 7

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February 14, 1955

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CONTENTS

16 THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF SPORT As the camera sees it
19 SOUNDTRACK Si’s editors report and reflect on the news
59 SCOREBOARD and Week’s Winners

61 COMING EVENTS

8 THE RIOTOUS WANAMAKER MILE

Gunnar Nielsen set a new world record, but hardly anyone noticed for
behind him Wes Santee and Fred Dwyer were wrestling each other down
the stretch. An account in words and pictures by Robert Creamer and
SI photographers

14 GREAT DAY FOR ENGLAND

England's young cricketers retain the Ashes after a struggle— said the
London Times — which should be written "in blood"

15 CRICKET FOR THE BASEBALL FAN

That famous former sportswriter, who once climbed into the ring with
Dempsey to see what it was like, tries the same thing on Britain’s national
game with results that surprise him. By Paul Gallico

22 THE WESTMINSTER DOG SHOW

The nation's No. 1 canine emit its history, its leading personalities, its
problems and how the blue ribbons are awarded ■ An SI preview with text
by Reginald Wells, a four-page foldont In Color of champion dogs and
a genealogical chart by Arthur Singer

35 TROUT IN THE CLOUDS

At Lake Titicaca in the Andes, the summer season is in full swing and
fishermen are getting a king's ransom in the biggest rainbow trout you ever
sale. A picture report In Color

40 A VISIT TO THE HALL OF FAME

James T. Farrell, distinguished author and lifelong baseball fan, takes
his H-year-old son on a nostalgic journey to the Cooperstown shrine

COVER: The great Dane, Autopilot
Photograph by Ylla

As show dogs come, the magnificent great
Dane Autopilot is something of a veteran.
First shown in 1951, he finished his cham-
pionship in three months and went on to
win best-of-breed at the 1952 Westmin-
ster Dog Show. Since then he has won 50
best-of-breed ribbons and will be compet-
ing again next week at the 1955 Westmin-
ster Show (pp. 22-33). Autopilot is owned
by Marydane Kennels, Wilton, Conn.

SPORTS

THE DEPARTMENTS

2 Pat on the Back: Praise for those not
already smothered with it

4 Hotbox: Jimmy Jemail asks: As a former
Olympian, what should the U.S. do to win
the Olympics in 1956?

34 Tip from the Top: WlLLlB HUNTER, of
the Riviera Country Club, explains the
pitch-and-run

44 Skiing: Sir Arnold Lunn has some advice
for that vanishing species, the true ama-
teur ski racer

45 Sporting Look: There's a new spark to
parkas, as this report In Color from As-
pen, Colo, shows

47 Snow Patrol and Fisherman's Calen-
dar: Bill Wallace with the latest reports
from ski country: and Ed Zern from the
lakes, rivers and sea

52 Flying: Si’s Sunday Pilot, Bill Mauldin,
finds his little Ercoupe is even more re-
markable than he thought: it has a brain

54 Basketball : GERALD Astor presents a boy
with a problem: 7-foot 3-inch Wade Hal-
brook of Oregon State College

55 Motor Sports: John Bentley, shying from
nothing, takes a Greyhound bus test to
find out about his Reaction Time and other
matters important to all drivers

56 Column of the Week: Bill Lee, of the
Hartford Courant, pays tribute to an hon-
est boxing man

56 Horses: Albion Hughes visits New Or-
leans’ Old Fair Grounds and finds a bang-
up season under way with some horses and
jockeys worth noting

57 Tennis: William F. Talbert looks at our
juniors, Jerry Moss and Mike Green, and
finds their prospects pleasing

63 You Should Know: If you are taking up
figure skating

64 Under 21: Duane Decker reports on a
pistol princess, Kathleen Walsh of Arling-
ton, Va.

66 The 19th Hole: The readers take over

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PHOTOGRAPHS BY HY PESKIN

THE RIOTOUS WANAMAKER MILE

Gunnar Nielsen won the famous Mile and set a new world record of
4:03.6 in doing it. But hardly anyone noticed, for behind him Wes
by ROBERT CREAMER Santee and Fred Dwyer were wrestling each other down the stretch

New York

rpHERE ARE those who say it was the best running bat-

lie New Yorkers have seen since the Democratic Con-
vention of 1924 took 103 ballots to nominate John W.
Davis. There are others who say this is not so, that there
has never been anything like it before.

It is necessary to understand the importance of the one-
mile run to any indoor track-and-field meet and to under-
stand that this was the Millrose Games, the most famous of
all indoor meets; that there were 15,000 of the passionate,
dedicated, perceptive breed called track fans in Madison
Square Garden, and that the event was the Wanamaker
Mile, the single most important indoor race in the world.
As Wes Santee said in Washington just two weeks earlier,
it is the race that everybody wants to win.

Last Saturday night to the Wanamaker Mile in the Mill-
rose Games in Madison Square Garden came six men. All
six wanted to win. But three expected to, in the way a man
expects dinner when he arrives home from the office: there
Ls simply no question about it; it is his natural due. This
is called confidence, and it is a quality possessed to an
extraordinary degree by the three young men in question:
David Wesley Santee of Kansas, Gunnar Nielsen of Den-
mark, and Frederick Anthony Dwyer Jr. of New Jersey.

Wes Santee’s confidence rested on cold logic. The record
showed that he was best. No one had ever run a mile in-
doors faster than he; only the four-minute milers — Roger
Bannister and John Landv — had ever run a faster mile out-
doors. He had been beaten, true, by Nielsen’s sprint finish
in a slow race in Washington on Jan. 22, but a week later
in Boston he had run Nielsen into the ground with a driv-
ing pace over the last half-mile that had left the Dane 35
yards behind without a sprint and Santee all alone at the
tape with a new world record. And he had beaten Dwyer
five times in five races.

“Why should I expect to lose?” said Wes Santee.

Gunnar Nielsen’s confidence rested on his great sprint
finish and a curious lack of regard for Santee. Nielsen was
co-holder of the world half-mile record and he had, after
all, defeated Santee in Washington.

"If I stay close to him,” he said in his halting English,
“I can outsprint him and win. I can beat Santee. The only
man I fear in all the world is Bannister.”

No one knew what little Freddy Dwyer’s confidence
rested on. He is a good runner, a fine runner, but he had
never been able to beat either Santee or Nielsen. He was
confident all the same.

"I can beat ’em both,” he said, and it was obvious that
he believed it.

As the start of the Wanamaker Mile neared last Sat-
urday night, the early events of the evening were all but
continued on next page

BUTTED OFF the track. Dwyer continued to run inside
of Santee around turn. Nielsen, far ahead, raced for the tape and
a new indoor world record. Ollen ilrfh was a lap behind others.

picture sequence continued on next page

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

Back on the track, Dwyer, completely off the ground (3), clings to Santee after being spun all the way around toward startled crowd.

Dwyer twists away from Santee (6) and stays in front, but almost crashes into the timers (7) as he weaves his way along the track.

THE MILE continued from page 9

forgotten — the powerful Audun. Boy-
sen’s striking win over a splendid field
in the 880; graceful Mai Whitfield’s
suddenly awkward struggle to stay
ahead in the final yards of the 600; the
commanding victories of Bob Richards
in the pole vault and Harrison Dillard
in the hurdles (the ninth consecutive
Millrose triumph for each); Rod Rich-
ard's clear-cut win margin in the star-
packed 60-yard dash. All were splendid
performances. All were genuinely ap-
preciated by the crowd. But all be-
came of secondary importance as the
time neared for the Wanamaker Mile.

The field was probably the best ever
entered in the Wanamaker. There was
Santee, the 4:00.6 miler, the indoor
record-holder. There was Nielsen, con-
queror of Santee, a great runner in
his own right. There was Dwyer, who
had won the Wanamaker and every

other important Eastern indoor mile in
1953 before he had gone into the Army.
There was Boh McMUlen, who had
finished second to Josy Barthel in the
record-breaking 1952 Olympic 1,500-
meter run, and who was slowly work-
ing his way back into top shape. There
was Billy Tidwell, who had beaten San-
tee at the mile in high school and who
had beaten him again, in the half-mile,
just last year. There was Dick Ollen,
who had set a record-producing pace
for Santee in Boston and who had been
brought to New York to do the same
thing in the Wanamaker.

THE PACE WAS PERFECT

Nielsen jumped into the lead at the
gun, but Ollen took over quickly and
led the field through the first quarter-
mile in 58.6 seconds, brilliant time that
brought an appreciative roar from the
crowd. Santee, Nielsen and Dwyer fol-
lowed Ollen in that order.

At the half-mile the time was 2:00.6,
perfect pace for a record mile. Santee
moved past the tiring Ollen just past
the half-mile mark and took over the
lead, Dwyer moving up into second
place and Nielsen following in third.

Here, Santee lost the race. His sense
of pace indoors is faulty, and his time
for the third quarter-mile was a lacka-
daisical 63 seconds, much too slow to
take the sting out of Nielsen’s kick.
Santee realized this belatedly and in-
creased speed in the last quarter, but
Dwyer and Nielsen stayed with him.

The crowd was all voice now, roaring
its approval of Santee’s driving pace,
of Dwyer’s persistence, of Nielsen’s
potential. On the backstretch of the
last lap, 80 yards from the finish line,
Nielsen moved out from the inside
curb of the track to pass. With a tre-
mendous, lifting burst of speed, he
passed Dwyer and then Santee, just as
they bent into the last turn. Santee was

10

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

Dignified timers (4) stare in amazement as Dwyer and Santee break apart, almost fall, then continue to totter toward finish (S)

Exhausted Santee gulps for air (8) as he staggers across the finish line behind Dwyer, who throws his arms out to maintain balance

PHOTOGRAPHS BY MARK KAl'FFMAX

laboring and he bore out on the turn,
possibly to hold off Nielsen, a common
tactic in indoor running.

But Nielsen, his long hair flapping,
his arms pumping across his chest, was
suddenly three, four, five yards in
front, his famed sprint wide open. San-
tee was through. It was obviously Niel-
sen’s race, a great victory for him and
a stirring thing for the crowd to see.

THE TROUBLE BEGINS

But before anyone could savor it,
before anyone could really appreciate
the scope of Nielsen’s accomplishment,
the strange events pictured on these
pages began to occur. Dwyer, hanging
like a leech to the fading Santee, tried
to sneak past on the inside as they
followed Nielsen around the last turn,
a maneuver that is legal only if the
man passing can get through without

interfering with the man being passed.

It didn’t work; there simply wasn’t
room. Santee came back to the inside
of the track and Dwyer was dead,
squeezed between Santee and the curb.

When they banged together (Picture
1 , p. 8), Chuck Hornbostel, the old
Indiana half-miler who was serving as
inspector on the turn, properly noted
interference by Dwyer and called it to
the attention of the chief inspector.
Meanwhile, Dwyer, still running, was
jostled off the track onto the infield
( Picture 2, p. 9). He followed the curve
of the track, staying abreast of Santee,
and came back on the boards as they
hit the straightaway, squeezing ahead
of the weary Kansan.

Santee, seemingly unable to bear the
sight of Dwyer in front of him, reached
out a protesting arm and grabbed Dwy-
er’s shoulder. Dwyer, in turn, infuri-
ated by this violation of track ethics,
turned angrily to thrust Santee’s arm

off and grabbed him around the body.
The crowd watched in amazement.
Nielsen’s great race was forgotten.

The two spun around on the track
in each other’s arms, almost fell, broke
apart and then staggered across the fin-
ish line. At once they turned to each
other in post-race exhaustion and with
monumental incongruity shook hands.

The crowd, shocked by the travesty,
was in an uproar. Its rumbling anger
was obviously directed more at Santee
than at Dwyer. What Dwyer had done
—cutting through on the inside— is
fairly common. It was wrong, the judges
spotted it, and Dwyer was penalized
for it, but it was understandable. But
for Santee to reach out and hold an
opponent was a glaring breach of con-
duct, particularly so for a great runner.

“That’s not the way a champion
acts,” growled a spectator.

Indeed, when Dwyer’s disqualifica-
continued on nest page

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

11

BITING HIS TONGUE with determination, Pole Vaulter Bob Richards drips the pole,
fixes his eye on the crossbar and churns down the runway. He cleared 15 feet 2 inches
to set a new Millrose record as he won the pole vault for the ninth straight year.

THE MILE continued from page 11

tion was announced, the crowd booed
the disqualification. And when it was
announced that Santee, who had fin-
ished third behind Dwyer, was being
placed second, the boos grew loud-
er. When Nielsen’s world-record time
of 4:03.6 was announced, the crowd
seemed barely to notice it. Everyone
was too busy talking about the fight.

After the race Santee sought out

Nielsen and congratulated him, and
photographers took their picture to-
gether. Santee seemed out of place in
the picture. Then Santee went over to
Dwyer and the two shook hands again.

“I’m sorry you were disqualified,”
Santee said.

“I’m sorry about the whole thing,”
Fred said. “Let's forget about it.” He
remembered the Baxter Mile sched-
uled for the Garden on Feb. 12.
“There’s always next week.”

STRAINING FOR THE TAPE, the final-

ists in the 60-yard dash lunge for the
finish. Rod Richard (right), his face

POISED IN MID-AIR, ii, he Herman

Wyatt seems to clear bar but knocks it
off with his hip to miss new meet record.

“What’s going to happen next week,
Fred?” someone asked Dwyer.

Dwyer, grinning, said, "I still think
I can beat ’em both. Next week? Well,
there’ll be a fight.” He stopped grin-
ning. “I don’t mean that literally,” he
added hastily.

Santee sought out Dan Ferris and
returned his second-place medal.

“I gave it back because I don’t
think I finished second. Someone went
past me.” He paused. “I think we

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

strained with effort, flint's his arms wide as he breaks the tape
with his chast to win in 6.2 seconds, one-tenth of a second off
the indoor record. Arthur Bragg (i left > thrusts his head and

shoulders forward in a vain attempt to beat Richard. John
Haines (second from left) and Arthur Pollard, running almost in
step, follow Bragg across the finish line, a close third and fourth.

DETERMINED HARRISON DILLARD ,„k,, hi, long. lean leg

over the hurdle a good half-stride ahead of Charley Pratt ( fore-
ground ) and Rod Perry, went on to win for ninth year in a row.

*

CLASSIC FORM is shown by sprinters in 60-yard semi-
final as all five starters roar off mark with right legs driving,
left arms flung back Richard (center) won this and the final.

both should have been disqualified.”

He went back to his hotel, dressed,
phoned his wife, changed his airline res-
ervation from Sunday noon to Satur-
day night, ate and flew back to Kan-
sas on the 1 :30 a.m flight.

Meanwhile, at the Wivel, a Scandi-
navian restaurant in New York C.un-
nar Nielsen drank Danish beer and ate
headcheese and herring from the smor-
gasbord. He said he was a little tired,
that he had not been aware of the brawl

behind him, that “perhaps” he could
continue to defeat Santee and Dwyer
in the mile races yet to come this in-
door season.

He made an odd picture, this quiet,
amiable winner of the world’s most im-
portant indoor race. For despite his
brilliant victory, his world-record time,
it was not his race. To track fans, the
1955 Wanamaker Mile would always
be the graceless Santee-Dwyer affair at
the finish line. C end)

gunnar nielsen grins as he pours
himself some Danish beer after record mile.

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

ENGLISH CAPTAIN LEN HUTTON TAKES THE FIELD TO BAT TYPHOON TYSON, ENGLISH BOWLER, POURS IN HIS FAST ONE, WATCHING

GREAT DAY FOR ENGLAND

England's young cricketers retain The Ashes after an uphill struggle with Australia

A mxn should dip his peu in blood to write about this
.day,” cried the Times of London. Not since 1933 had
an English team returned from Australia with The Ashes,
symbol of world cricket supremacy. After dropping the
first of five test matches at Brisbane in November, Len
Hutton, the first professional ever to captain an English
team, rallied his young forces. They won at Sydney in De-
cember, again at Melbourne in January. Last week at the
Adelaide Oval, they sewed up the series with a convincing
five-wicket victory— i.e., batting last, England passed the
Aussie total of 434 runs with five batters still unretired.

After England’s first lop-sided defeat in Brisbane, Len
Hutton was in the national dog house. Having won the
toss, the dour Yorkshireman allowed Australia to bat first
and run up a huge lead while the pitch was in top shape.

In the words of Neville Cardus, Britain’s cricket laure-
ate, ‘‘Hutton thrives on vicissitude: in Yorkshire they
don’t play cricket for foon. He has, in fact, given even the
Australians a few lessons in grim, patient ruthlessness.” In
other words, playing dull percentage cricket, stalling at
bat to wear down the best enemy bowlers and otherwise
boring the fans into sarcastic clapping, Hutton led his

team back to the final great day at Adelaide, and England
retained The Ashes they had recaptured at home in 1953.

Overnight Len Hutton was transformed from bum to
hero, but the glory was not all Hutton’s. A kind of Brit-
ish Whiz Kid quartet was the playing backbone of the
team. The bats of Colin Cowdrey and Peter May humbled
Australian bowling. Frank (Typhoon) Tyson and Brian
Statham, England’s fire-balling bowlers, overwhelmed the
Aussie batting order. Tyson, a 6-foot 200-pounder, likes
to chant snatches of Wordsworth as he runs toward the
w'icket, building up speed for his throws.

Joy took over England when the final results arrived.
At Wood Hall, where Hutton’s sons go to school, the lads
were given a half holiday. From the Marylebone Cricket
Club, spiritual home of cricket, members dispatched a
message to Hutton: “Well done. Magnificent performance.
Flags hoisted at Lord’s.”

Down under, gloom prevailed. Fans watching Austral-
ia’s aging stars trudge off the field were not heartened
by the thought that only a few hundred yards aw-ay a
couple of young Americans had just swept the finals of
the Australian junior tennis championships (see page 57).

14

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

CRICKET FOR THE
BASEBALL FAN

An eminent American sportswriter now living abroad
takes on the task of explaining Britain's national
game so that it can be understood by an American
bleacherite. His conclusion: “Hell, it's suicidal!”

by PAUL GALLICO

ARE IDLE BATTER, FIELDER AND UMPIRE

PHOTOGRAPHS
BY DAVID POTTS

CLASSIC URN, for “ashes” of Eng-
lish cricket, dates from the defeat by
an invading Australian team in 1882.

London

T HERE is always a tendency in hu-
man nature to decry the other fel-
low’s game, particularly when it is the
national pastime of a foreign country
and played almost exclusively by the
people living there.

Few games have been kidded as
much, at least by Americans, as the
Briton’s cricket, that odd ball-and-bat
match that takes three days to play,
in which runs are scored by the dozens
and Centuries, and batting stands of
one hundred are not uncommon. And
the break for tea is considered the most
deliciously funny business this side of
a comic valentine.

But I can tell you a little something
about this pastime. I am one of the
few American ex-sportswriters ever to
have taken part in a real, big-time
cricket match and survived to write
about it. And I am prepared to testify
that this is a rough, tough, as well as
highly scientific sport and quite one of
the best games ever devised for the
exercise and enjoyment of the player
as well as the spectator.

I got into it as a gag. I was lucky to
emerge from it with my life. You think
cricket is a game for sissies? B-r-r-r-
r-other! Field the position called Silly
Mid-on, and see how sissy the game
looks from that spot. Silly, eh? Hell, it’s
suicidal! I know. I played there. Your
position is no more than 10 yards away
from a batter clouting a ball that is
harder than a baseball with an errati-
cally shaped bat. It’s a little like stand-
ing in front of a .45 waiting to see
the bullet come out. My problem was
whether my reactions would be fast
enough to enable me to duck a real hot
liner. The British don’t duck. Wearing
no gloves, they stop the ball, meat
hand.

I do not wish to take up too much

of your time recounting how I got my-
self into this mess. When I saw an ad
in the personals of the Times of Lon-
don to the effect that the authors and
the National Book League were to
meet in their annual game, it looked
like copy to me. I was writing a col-
umn at the time. The game, I figured,
would probably be one of those clown
acts we pull off on our side of the water
from time to time when the Baseball
Writers play the Girls Team from the
chorus of Oklahoma! at softball, with
a keg of beer at first base and another
at home plate. So I wangled myself an
invitation.

Friends, I couldn’t have been more
wrong. All I did was walk into an an-
nual grudge battle. Both teams were
loaded with ringers. Anybody who
could write — “O see the prety kat," or
sign a dinner check in his own hand
was considered an author; any crick-
eter, pro or amateur, who could lift
a book off a table automatically be-
came a member of the National Book
League. There were a couple of legiti-
mate authors, such as the late Chester
Wilmot, who were good cricketers on
the side, but most of the players were
of the caliber of my friend Ian Pee-
bles. All this guy Peebles had ever
done was bowl against Australia in the
Test Matches.

Cricket looks haphazard to the un-
initiated and in fact in one sense it is. I
don’t suppose that outside of basket-
ball anyone has ever really invented a
game all ready-set with rules and im-
plements. Instead, they rather happen
or grow slowly as the result of terrain,
kids fooling around at play, national
characteristics, older traditions and
personal temperament. And once a
game is set by custom and tradition
continued on page 48

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

15

THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF SPORT

’HOOT MON’ DOES IT AGAIN

OFF THE COAST of Miami, Fla. last
week 21 sleek, ocean-going yachts gath-
ered for the most spectacular race of
the winter season: the 184-mile thrash
to Nassau. They ranged in size from
the 80-foot Valiant — 52 years old but
still fast enough to be scratch-boat in
the fleet’s complex system of handi-
caps — down to the likes of the 37-
foot yawl Spray, with a time allowance
of some nine hours.

The attention of most observers,
however, was focused on a low-slung
39-foot yawl, Hoot Mon, the defending

champion for this year’s race. Last sea-
son Hoot Mon came to Miami tabbed
by some experts as an unsafe boat be-
cause of her radically designed hull
that adhered more closely to the fine
lines of a racing Star boat than to
the more substantial lines of an ocean
cruiser. But Hoot Mon won handily.

This year she came to the line a fa-
vorite, and in spite of frequent calms
that threatened to reduce the dignified
old competition to a drifting match,
Skipper Lockwood Pirie brought her
home a winner. Second by 35 minutes

was Carleton Mitchell’s Finisterre;
third, Bradley Noyes’ Tioga; and fourth
was Spray, whose fiber-glass deck and
hull coating added a radical touch to
this year’s race. But Spray contributed
more to the event than radical touches.
During a race that ranged from un-
eventful to downright dull for most
boats, Spray tore her genoa jib three
times, pulled out a piece of masthead
rigging; and finally, during a two-hour
calm on the second night, her crew
managed to lasso, bring to boat and
cut the tail from a nine-foot shark.

precarious perch on plunging bow of yawl Spray is taken
by crewman who watches as hastily repaired genoa jib is rehoisted.

up the mast of Spray, crew member Warren Bailey dan-
gles dizzily from a bosun's chair after making emergency re-
pairs on rigging that had torn out during gusts on first night.

champion "HOOT mon," running on a broad reach with
all of her sails set, won the 184-mile race for the second suc-
cessive year, beating a fleet of 20 top ocean racers despite
fickle winds and currents. Sails flying on the sleek yawl are, lefl
to right, parachute spinnaker, balloon forestaysail, main-
sail (with number), mizzenstaysail and, finally, mizzen sail.

16

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

DRESSING ROOM DELIRIUM SEIZES GEORGIA TECH TEAM AFTER 65-59 WIN OVER KENTUCKY. COACH HYDER IS FOURTH FROM RIGHT

GEORGIA TECH’S RAMBLING WRECKERS

by Kentucky standaros the 2,000-seat basket-
ball arena at Georgia Tech is a minor affair— the University
of Kentucky gym seats 11,500. Before their game in At-
lanta last week, blunt-speaking Coach Adolph Rupp of
Kentucky accosted Coach John (Whack) Hyder of Georgia
Tech and demanded: "What's your aim in baskelhall here?
What do you expect to accomplish with a place like this
to play in?”

Coach Hyder thought for a moment and then clearly
stated his aims: “First I want my boys to adjust spiritual-
ly. Next I want them to go to school and get an educa-

TENSE HYDER CLAIMS OFFICIALS MISSED FOUL AGAINST TECH

tion. Next I want them to give us their basketball time.”

Said Rupp: "You can't do that. Boys aren't built that
way any more.”

That night Tech’s boys, who aren’t supposed to be built
that way, wrecked mighty Kentucky, top college team in
the nation, 65-59 for an incredible repeat of the miracle of
early January, when lowly Tech beat Kentucky at Lexing-
ton to end a 32-game Kentucky winning streak. Capping
the surprises was the gracious acceptance of the second
defeat by hard loser Rupp, who said: "That shows you
what’ll happen when a team wants to win bad enough.”

DESPAIRING RUPP HOLDS HIS HEAD JUST BEFORE GAME ENDS

SPORTS

WEEKLY

SOUN DTRACK

THE EDITORS REFLECT ON THE THEATRICAL QUALITIES OF INDOOR
TRACK, THE CAREER OF A "TREE-MENDOUS" PITCHER, AND A GAME
THAT IS THE MOST FASCINATING — OR SILLIEST— IN THE WORLD

Message for Dulles

G eneral manager Frank Lane,
brain-in-chief of the Chicago White
Sox, allows that we are handling the
Russian problem all wrong. “There’s
nothing to it,” Lane has informed a
friend of his. “All you have to do is
sit Molotov r down between Branch
Rickey and Casey Stengel, and in
four years Russia will have nothing
left but Siberia and a couple of left-
handed pitchers.”

Track, field and theater

1 IKE rowing, baseball and the utili-
J zation of canoes in courtship, track
meets are traditionally associated with
blue and balmy days when the turf is
soft and trees beyond the stadium
are in lacy leaf. But most of NewYork's
dedicated track fans— and many of
those in Boston, Philadelphia and
Washington — wouldn’t take a five-
minute bus ride to watch runners com-
pete after the ground has thawed. The
big winter indoor meets, which have
been a phenomenon of sport on the
Eastern seaboard for almost a half
century and had their beginnings long
before that, afford the New Yorker his
track season, and when they are done
he yawns and waits for the next winter.

But though he sustains his enthusi-
asm for little more than five weeks, it
burns bright and hot when it is at its
peak. Madison Square Garden was
jammed to the rafters last week (at
prices ranging from $1.50 to $4.50 a
seat' for the famed Millrose Games,
first event of Manhattan’s indoor sea-
son, and it will be jammed once a week
henceforth until the Garden meets end.
There is good reason for this midwinter
habit: the big indoor meets are won-
derful theater and, excepting perhaps a
big day at the Olympic Games, tend to
be more exciting than outdoor compe-
tition on quarter-mile tracks.

Almost all events are invitational
affairs; famous men from the world of
track are shipped in by the squad, the
laggards are sternly culled and result-
ant races are apt to be fast and thrill-
ing. The Millrose crowd not only saw
Wes Santee upset by Denmark’s Gun-

nar Nielsen in a riotous land indoor
world-record) Wanamaker Mile last
week, but was privileged to watch the
incredible Harrison Dillard flash over
the hurdles, to gasp as the Rev. Bob
Richards vaulted 15 feet 2 inches, and
cheer a hatful of ex-Olympic sprinters
and middle-distance men and the best
of Eastern college relay teams.

Instead of occupying a lonely seat
in an all-but-empty stadium, further-
more, the spectators sat jammed into a
big crowd amid noise and band music
and looked directly down upon almost
all the action — the Garden’s little 12-
laps-to-the-mile board track with its
sharp banked turns and short straight-
ways gives foot racing an immediacy
and sense of conflict lacking out of
doors. All of this, despite the strange-
ness of the season, seemed logical
enough; the first track meet of any
kind in the U.S. was held when sum-
mer was long past (Nov. 11, 1868) and
it was held indoors in New York.

It was, in retrospect, an extremely
odd affair. To stage it, the fledgling
New York Athletic Club took over a
half-completed skating rink, closed its
unfinished roof with a huge tarpaulin,
and laid out an eighth-of-a-mile track
on the soft infloored clay, between its
foundations. When the competitors as-
sembled, William B. Curtis, a NYAC
founder, proudly unwrapped two arti-
cles he had just brought back from
England — the first pair of spiked shoes
ever seen in the U.S. Five different men
wore them (they were large and loose)

LAST MILE

The starter’s gun
Ran out of blanks;

The rare was run

With thinned-out ranks.

—Irwin L. Stein

with varying results before tiie meet
was over.

The winter indoor track meet has
been a part of sport in the East ever
since. Many of the early ones were held
(as a good many club meets are still)
on the flat hardwood floors of big ar-
mories. Often bicycle races and gym-
nastic contests were a part of the pro-
gram and the track athletes engaged in
events long since outmoded and forgot-
ten: pole-vaulting for distance, shot-
putting for height, and the standing
long jump with dumbbell weights
swung in each hand for added distance.

The advent of the invitational event
(the NYAC's Baxter Mile, to be run
this week, dates from 1910) and finally
of the banked wooden track and of the
very short, extremely sharp spikes
which runners wear on them brought
modern indoor meets to maturity. The
Garden’s present track, constructed of
spruce boards six inches wide and one
and one half inches thick, is only 12
feet wide and is built in eighty 15-foot,
sections which are bolted together to
make an oval. It is springy and as fast
as cinders — although splintered boards
nevertheless must be replaced after
every meet, and a man who falls on it
is lucky not to lose some hide.

To hundreds of Manhattan’s knowl-
edgeable track addicts, who clearly re-
member big races and big names dat-
ing far back toward the turn of the
century, the Garden track is almost, if
not quite, a shrine. “Gosh,” said one
white-haired fan after last week’s Wan-
amaker Mile. “I’ve seen these ever
since I ran myself in the old Garden
and I’ve never seen a mile as fast as
that. If they’re going to replace any of
these boards I'd almost feel like getting
one and taking it home.”

Long wrong line

A NEW Columbia motion picture de-
vised for the wide screen contains
breath-taking views of West Point in
brilliant color, throat-tightening scenes
of the Cadets on parade and an old
canard about football’s first forward
pass which will be nailed here.

But first, as the razor blade man says
before the fights start on television,
continued on next page
19

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

soundtrack continued from page 19

a word about the picture itself. It is
the biography of a famous West Point
sergeant, Marty Maher, who served
as coach and trainer at the military
academy for 50 years and now lives
near the Point in retirement. The film
is called The Long Cray Line and it
is based on Maher’s book, Bringing
Up the Bras*. As brought to the screen,
the story is a real weeper, but one of
the lighter sequences re-enacts the
Army-Notre Dame game of 1913 in
which Gus Dorais and Knute Rockne
completed 13 forward passes. “Men,”
the Army coach is made to say after
the game, “today you have seen some-
thing new in football.”

Not so. The first forward pass was
completed on the first Wednesday in
September 1906, by St. Louis Univer-
sity in a game with Carroll College at
Waukesha, Wis. The play was the
brain child of Eddie Cochems, the St.
Louis coach, and it was executed by
a back named Brad Robinson who
tossed to Jack Schneider for a gain of
20 yards. Both Rockne (in his auto-
biography) and Dorais (in many an
interview) gave Cochems the credit.

Aside from this error, The Long Gray
Line is probably the best picture ever
made at West Point. Sgt. Maher him-
self was not unmoved after seeing it.
Asked for comment, he paid it the ulti-
mate tribute. “Have you,” he said to
the press agent, wiping his eyes, “any
Irish whisky in the house?”

Farewell to the Chief

C oolness in the clutch is the base-
ball pitcher’s special form of cour-
age, the quality he needs above all oth-
ers. Along with it he needs judgment,
the ability to assay the situation, the
batter and most of all himself, so that
he will know what pitch to serve. One
who had these abilities to a superlative
degree was Allie Pierce Reynolds, who
last week dropped a note to the Yan-
kees to say he won’t be around any
more.

A wrenched back, the result of a bus
accident in 1953, and the prospect that
another season in baseball would lead
to an operation were the reasons Reyn-
olds gave for his decision. But as long
ago as last June the Chief was study-
ing what his next season’s pitch would
be. His massive shoulders submerged
in the Yankees’ whirlpool bath, a towel
wrapped around his head, Reynolds
considered the situation.

“When you work for a long time in a
profession,” he said, picking his words

20

as carefully as he would choose be-
tween a fast ball and a curve, “and
you about reach the ultimate, it’s hard
to quit. Pride is part of that, 1 sup-
pose. As long as I can pitch well, I’m
going to want to pitch.”

There was a suggestion that Reyn-
olds, highest paid pitcher in baseball
at $50,000 a year, didn’t really need
the money.

"I don’t like to talk about the busi-
ness, ” he said, “but I do have oil inter-
ests back around Oklahoma City. I
make more money outside of baseball
than I do in it.

“I’m not just pitching for kicks. A
lot of the money I make here I’ve been
using for capital in the business. But
mostly I'm not pitching for money.
I’m pitching because I put so much
time into learning baseball that I don’t
want to quit while I’m still at the top.”

He was at the top in the opinion of
many a baseball man. There were, for
instance, the measured words of Casey
Stengel: “Reynolds is two ways great
which is starting and relieving which
no one else can do like him . . . Reyn-
olds works all day and longer and re-
lieves and he is a tree-mendous com-
petitor and he has guts and his courage
is simply splendid and tree-mendous.”

You could look it up, as Casey has
often said. Reynolds has won seven
World Series games and lost only two.
He had two no-hit games on his rec-
ord, both in 1951. One of them, against
the Boston Red Sox, clinched the pen-
nant for the Yanks. In the ninth in-
ning of that game, with two out, Ted
Williams came to bat like a character
out of a storybook and Reynolds had
to put all his pride and all his courage
into every pitch. He could have walked
Williams and, by playing that per-
centage, have made his no-hitter a
more promising prospect. He decided
to pitch to him.

Williams hit a curving foul and Yogi
Berra dropped it. Williams hit anoth-
er foul. Berra caught that one and
the record books welcomed, in their
dull way, another pitching immortal.
Only three have pitched two no-hitters
in the same season— Johnny Vander
Meer in 1938 (in successive games),
Virgil Trucks in 1952.

“I know myself as a pitcher,” Reyn-
olds said above the sound of swirling
water in the whirlpool bath, “and I’m
still learning more about pitching. I
won’t quit until I start to go back.
When I lose it, I won’t hang around.
I’ll be the first to know.”

Gloom over Havre

S ome of the boys were sitting
around the office of Sheriff Roscoe
Timmons up in Havre, Montana when
George Bowery, a retired surveyor,
dropped in. Someone asked George
when he was planning to go over the
hump into the Flathead country to see

his relatives and get in a little steel-
headin’. That sort of led the conversa-
tion around to hunting, and George
said he hadn’t done much lately, what
with the cost of ammunition being so
high for a fellow who was retired.

“Well, sir,” Sheriff Timmons recalled
afterward, “the more we thought
about that, the more it came to us
what a cryin’ shame it is that the cost
of hunting stands in the way of a lot of
hard-working fellas just at the time of
life when they’ve really got time to en-
joy it. There was one sure way to get
this terrible problem to public atten-
tion. The bunch of us sat down and
drafted this bill. We figured we could
get | Senator! Jess Angstman to give
it all his support.”

The bill drawn up by the boys that
day was as refreshing as a zephyr in a
Turkish bath. After due regard for leg-
islative preamble it went to the heart
of the matter:

“That from and after the passage
and approval of this Act, it shall be
the duty of the Fish and Game Com-
mission to issue, free and without cost,
fishing and hunting licenses to all resi-
dents of the State of Montana above
the age of sixty (60 ) years. It shall like-
wise be the duty of the Board of Ex-
aminers of the State of Montana to
indemnify all such persons for the cost
of all ammunition used by such per-
sons above the age of sixty (60) years,
it being the intention that such per-
sons shall be furnished free ammuni-
tion so long as the ammunition is used
for hunting such predators as wolver-
ines, cougars, coyotes, jack rabbits, tax
collectors and legislators.

“It shall be unlawful for any person
over the age of eighty-five (85' years to
possess, carry or use firearms, unless
accompanied by their grandparents,
but they shall be furnished with bows
and arrows, providing they are first is-
sued a hunting license, but this shall
be free of charge to them also.”

This bit of prairie whimsey has its
serious side. Already more than a
dozen states have provided free hunt-
ing and/or fishing licenses for either the
overage or the physically handicapped
and, in some cases, veterans. Unfortu-
nately, however, most states are stingy
with such gratuities because federal aid
for fish and wildlife conservation is
doled out according to what a state
takes in from its sales of hunting and
fishing permits. It’s a rare politician
who can pass up even a fraction of a
federal grant.

Except perhaps for Jess Angstman,
Montana politicians are no exception
to this rule. In less time than it takes
to tell it, the Montana legislature’s
Fish and Game Committee killed
Angstman’s bill, leaving Montana's
sporting oldsters right where they
started and casting a heavy blanket of
gloom over the sheriff, his friends at
Havre— and SI.

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

Old Mr. Young

T he post office at Peoli, Ohio occu-
pies a corner of the grocery store
and it’s a big week when Postmistress
Annetta Mathews has a hundred let-
ters to handle. And usually 25 to 50 of
these letters are addressed to one cer-
tain party, old Mr. Young, who lives
about a mile down the road.

Here recently the post office depart-
ment decided Peoli didn’t need a post
office to handle the piddling amount
of mail that came through. Mrs. Mat-
hews felt bad and she mentioned the
fact to old Mr. Young next time he
dropped in.

Old Mr. Young (who’s 87 now i shook
his head and agreed with Mrs. Mat-
hews that this was no way for the post
office people to do. He said it wasn’t
only a black eye for the town, but fur-
thermore it would be unfair to all the
kids who wrote to him for autographs
and advice. Old Mr. Young said, by
golly, he had a mind to take it up with
his congressman, Frank Bow, there in
Washington, D.C.

And he did, too. And in no time at
all the word came back that Peoli’s
post office was going to stay right where
it was, in the corner of the grocery store,
if only to handle old_Mr. Young’s mail.

A drummer standing around thestore
when the word came asked, “Who’s this
old Mr. Young that rates so much at-
tention from a congressman down in
Washington?”

“Oh,” said Mrs. Mathews, “he just
happens to be Cy Young, the pitcher.
He just won 511 games pitching in the
big leagues. More’n any other pitcher
ever won. That’s all he is.”

Brithers a’

T hings were popping in the world of
curling last week. Sixteen women
curlers from the U.S. and Canada were
touring Scotland and playing before
television cameras over there. At the
same time, a men’s team of 20 Scottish
curlers was nearing the end of a U.S.
tour that took in Illinois, Wisconsin,
Minnesota, Michigan, New York and
Boston. Last Sunday morning a group
of players sat around the St. Andrews
Golf Club in Yonkers, N.Y., where a
series of matches were played, and
speculated on the wonder and the
meaning of it all.

“There are two opinions about the
game of curling,” said Rene Clarke, a
gray-haired New York advertising man
and member of the Caledonian team.
“One opinion is that curling is the
most fascinating game in the world and
the other opinion is that it’s the silliest.

And you must take one view or the
other— there's nothing in between.”

Mr. Clarke, who counts himself
among the fascinated, turned to Bob
Grierson of Loch Connel, Scotland, a
chunky, pink-cheeked young man.

“What do you say, Bob?”

“I wdll say this,” replied Bob Grier-
son, a dairy farmer in the old country,
"it’s the silliest game to watch. I
couldn’t sit and watch two ends of
it myself. But there’s no better game
to play.”

There was a lull in the conversation,
for it was that time of morning.

“Did you know," said Mr. Clarke,
“that Ford Frick, the high commis-
sioner of baseball, is a member of the
curling team here?”

“1 did not,” said Bob Grierson.

“Ice water, gentlemen?” asked a
waiter, passing by.

Mr. Grierson threw up both hands.
Slumped in a chair near by, Charles
Carnegie, another member of the Scot-
tish team, a nurseryman from the town
of Ayr, also declined. “Water,” he said,
"will rot your boots.”

There had been a party for the visit-
ing curlers the night before. Indeed,
there had been a party every night
since they arrived in Chicago to begin
their tour on Jan. 9th. Parties and
curling go together, for it is above all
a sociable game. In fact, the interna-
tional motto of the curling fraternity
is: “We’re Brithers A’.” And when a
curler gets britherly, he goes all the
way. For instance, the Scottish players
were quartered at the homes of their
American hosts. And it was understood
that on the night table beside the bed
of each man there was always to be a

bottle of Scotch. This is no passing
fancy with the curlers: it is an article
of faith. In one of the first, sets of by-
laws drawn up in Scotland, it was stat-
ed clearly: "Whisky punch to be the
usual drink ... to encourage the
growth of barley.”

The game itself (confirmed curlers
do not like the comparison) is a kind of
shuffleboard played on the ice. Forty-
pound stones with handles on them are
sent sliding along the ice toward a
painted bull’s-eye, called “The House.”
Players are able to make the stones
curve in or out, like a golfer’s slice or
hook. As the stone moves toward the
target the other members of the team
or “rink” run alongside with short
mincing sidesteps, sweeping furiously
with brooms (the Scots prefer long-
handle brushes) to clear the ice of par-
ticles and also to create what curlers
fondly believe to be a "vacuum” just
ahead of the stone. This sweeping, curl-
ers swear, will add up to 12 feet to a
stone’s distance.

Maybe somebody smart enough
could give the curlers an argument
about the vacuum. But nobody can
deny that the curlers seem to have
more fun than almost anybody — on
and off the ice. And the beauty of it,
say the curlers, is that the game can
be played as long as a man is able to
stand— and is truly interested in en-
couraging the growth of barley.

If spring comes . . .

F rom Dallas, Texas last week
came a reliable sign of fall (yes,
fall): the Southern Methodist football
squad began spring training.

FEBRUARY 14, 1955

21

PREVIEW

COLOR PHOTOGRAPHS BY
RICHARD MEEK AND ROY PINNEY

THE WESTMINSTER
DOG SHOW

The nation’s No. 1 canine event, which starts this Monday in New York, provides
a comprehensive look at the big business of showing dogs for love, profit or sport

by REGINALD WELLS

O VER the coming weekend 2,537 of
the best show dogs in America—
including most of those pictured in Si’s
color foldout opposite — will invade
New York City with their owners and
handlers in preparation for the nation’s
No. 1 canine event, the Westminster
Kennel Club show in Madison Square
Garden (Feb. 14, 15).

Every one of them a blue ribbon
winner (except the puppies), the dogs
will come from nearly every state in
the Union, as well as Canada and Vene-
zuela, to compete for the greatest single
honor in the U.S. dog world— a win at
Westminster. The Westminster event
is the biggest indoor show of the win-
ter, the climax of the canine year and
the beginning of a new season. It is
also the oldest consecutive show in the
country, having been staged without
a break since 1877.

PREDATES PYRAMIDS

This is a tribute not only to the
Westminster but to the sport of show-
ing dogs in general— one which large
numbers of people pursue with consid-
erable passion for a variety of reasons.
To some it is a sport, to others a hobby;
still others do it because they like dogs
or simply because they like money,
of which sizable amounts are involved.
But whether it is a professional hand-
ler from the West Coast with 20 or 30
dogs, or an amateur owner with his pet
on his lap, the goal of all exhibitors at
the upcoming show will be the same—
to win a Westminster ribbon.

But before the show is over and
1955’s champions have been named,
tempers will flare; angry accusations
will be made and as hotly denied; there
won’t be enough room; there’ll be a

hundred complaints; the noise in the
Garden’s basement will be like bedlam,
and upstairs in the judging rings it will
be quiet enough to hear a pin drop. At
the end of it all the top judge, Albert
E. Van Court, of Los Angeles, will go
before a crowd of 10,000 and with a
flick of his finger pick the best dog in
the show— the highest prestige award
a dog can win in the U.S.

Few people realize that the sport of
breeding and comparing purebred dogs
is one of the oldest in the w-orld. It was
going strong long before Egypt’s pyra-
mids were built, and down through the
ages it has managed to survive the rise
and fall of many dynasties and em-
pires. In the U.S. the sport had its be-
ginning in the 1870s, primarily among
the sporting gentry.

The first bench show was held in
Hempstead, L.I., N.Y. in 1874. There
was no authoritative pedigree stud
book in those days and many of the
dogs entered were anything but pure-
bred. Records of these shows also indi-
cate a propensity for chicanery among
the exhibitors of the day and dishon-
esty on the part of the judges.

These conditions flourished to such
a degree that in September of 1884 a
group of gentlemen fanciers met in
Philadelphia to create a national or-
ganization to rule the sport. The group

they formed was the National Bench
Show Association, later to be renamed
the American Kennel Club. Its first act
was to start a stud book in which pedi-
grees were registered and certified, and
from that time on dog shows began to
be honest— though there are still those
of the fancy, as they call themselves,
who stoutly maintain that complete
honesty has never quite been achieved.

Today no dog show of any conse-
quence can be held in this country with-
out the blessing of the AKC, which is
actually an association of 335 dues-
paying regional and breed clubs. The
AKC is the official arbiter of the
whole dog show sport and watches
closely to see that all of its 5,000 rules
are strictly carried out. It licenses all
the judges (about 2,300) and the pro-
fessional handlers (about 1,000), and
levies fines or suspends them for any
proven infractions after a trial hearing.
It is the AKC which publishes the
standards of perfection for each breed,
against which all dogs are judged. Each
breed has its own standards and no two
are the same. So far no dog has ever
been found that met all the require-
ments of its breed.

Of the 22.5 million dogs in America
about a third are purebred and it is
these which make up the show-dog
population. At present there are about

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FOLDOUT-DO NOT CUT-^

Seven pages in color; portraits of 18 show dog
champions and a genealogy chart painted for SI
by Arthur Singer, tracing origin of 119 breeds

22

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

boxer Ch. Bang Away of Sirrah Crest won the top event at the
Westminster show in 1951 and made history in 1954 by winning
his 100th best-in-show award the highest total so far. Bang Away
is owned by Dr. and Mrs. Rafael Harris of Santa Ana, Calif.

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borzoi Ch. Rachmaninoff, bred and owned by Katherine E.
and Weldon J. McCluskey of Patchogue, N.Y., won best-of-breed
at the Westchester show in September. Developed in its native
land for hunting wolves, breed is often called Russian wolfhound.

IRISH terrier Ch. Ahtram Golden Chunce was best of his
breed at the Westchester show and will probably compete against
other terriers at Westminster next week. This breed is a good
guard dog as well as being an old favorite in the hunting field.

AFGHAN HOUND Ch. Taejon of Crown Crest, best hound at
last year's show, will compete again at Westminster next week.
A superb specimen of a breed which dates back to UOOO B.C.,
this champion is owned by Kay Finch of Corona Del Mar, Calif.

Scottish terrier Ch. Edgerstoune Troubadour was
named best dog at the Westchester show, the nation's biggest be-
fore Westminster. Troubadour's owners, Dr. and Mrs, W, Stewart
Carter of Buechel, Ky., are considering entering him in big event.

bulldog Kippax Fearnought, owned by Dr. J. A. Saylor of
Long Beach, Calif., is an import from England and is one of the
best bulldogs seen in this country for many years. A finalist at
the last Westminster show, Kippax is entered again this year.

MINIATURE schnauzer Ch. Handful’s Bantam, owned Pomeranian Ch. Salisbury's Pride O'Possession carried off

by Gene Simmonds of Joppa, Md., was lead dog in the best team the best -of- winners award at 1954 Westminster and went best-

sit last Westminster show and will be out to win the honor again. of-breed at Westchester in September. This bitch is the 33rd

The miniatures of this breed are the most popular in the U.S. champion owned by Mrs. R. J. Webber of Newton Centre, Mass.

standard poodle Ch. Alfonco von der Goldenen Kettp is
an import from Germany and is owned by Pennyworth Clairedale
Kennels of Hampton Bays, L.I. He reached championship status
in only seven shows and will be seen at Westminster next week.

NEWFOUNDLAND Ch. Little Bear's James Thurber, owned
by R. E. Dowling Realty of New York, is ranking dog of his breed
today. Both his mother and father were West minster winners and
at Westchester show he was named best of Newfoundland breed.

cocker spaniel iascob) Ch. C armor’s Rise and Shine
became top dog in 1954 after winning best-in-show at Westmin-
ster. His owner, Mrs. Carl E. Morgan of High Point, N.C., hits said
that Rise and Shine will not defend his title at next week’s show.

lhasa apso Ch. Hamilton Samada is owned by Mr. and Mrs.
C. S. Cutting of Gladstone, N.J. and is descended from the special
breed of dogs given by the Dalai Lama of Tibet as good luck omens
to imperial families of China in 1583 during Manchu Dynasty.

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THIS CHART SHOWS THE FAMILY TREE
OF 119 DIFFERENT BREEDS OF DOGS

W HEN man first became interested in the breeding of dogs, it
was generally thought that the wolf was the common ances-
tor of all canines. The best scientific evidence available, however,
now indicates it was a small creature much like the civet cat , which
was called Tomarctus and lived 15 million years ago. Tomarctus
is so pictured on this chart, and the black lines branching out from
him lead to the four earliest breeds of dogs, all wild and all now
extinct. From these developed, before 6000 B.C., the four general
groups of modern domestic dogs. The blue lines at the left of the
chart show how herd dogs descend from Canis familiaris metris-
optimae. The group to the right, joined by ochre lines, shows how
closely related the large hunting dogs are to the small toy dogs.
The red lines show that hounds and terriers fall into one group.
The gray lines at far right connect the guard dogs. The dotted
lines indicate important breed crossings among the 119 dogs
shown here. The origin of some breeds, however, is a mystery, par-
ticularly that of the Puli, which has baffled experts for centuries.

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bloodhound Ch. Giralda's King Kole, owned by Mrs. M.
Hartley Dodge of Madison, N.J., look best-in-breed and best-of-
hound "roup at Westchester show. In spite of formidable appear-
ance, bloodhounds are usually placid and affectionate by nature.

OLD ENGLISH sheepdog Ch. Shepton Blushing Maid was
a stand-in for the lead dog in King of Hearts on Broadway as well
as being top winning show dog. Best of her breed at Westchester
show, she is owned by Louise Acheson of BriarelifT Manor, N.Y.

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samoyed Ch. Silver Spray of Wychwood won best-of-breed
at the Westchester show and has been entered in the Westmin-
ster event by owner, Bernice B. Ashdown of Manhasset, N.Y.
Samoyeds, most glamorous of all working dogs, come from Siberia.

skye terrier Ch. Merrymont Old Andy of Iradell was top
dog of his breed at the Westchester show and will aim at higher
honors next week at the Westminster in Madison Square Garden.
He is owned by Mrs. N. Clarkson Earl Jr. of Ridgefield, Conn.

basset hound Ch. Pride of Lyn-Mar Acres, owned by
John T. Briel of Bordentown, N.J., is one of the best bassets
in the country. A popular breed, they have the coloring of a fox-
hound, the head of a bloodhound and the legs of a dachshund.

YORKSHIRE terrier Ch. Star Twilight of CIu-Mor is all-
time champion of his breed and won best-toy ribbon at the last
Westminster show. Owned by Mrs. L. S. Gordon Jr. and Janet
Bennett of Glenview, 111., he will be competing again this year.

WESTMINSTER

DOG SHOW continued from page 22

25,000 living dog champions in the
U.S., 3,000 having been entered in
the AKC. records during 1953. The
AKC. divides purebred dogs into six
major categories— sporting, nonsport-
ing, hound, working, terrier and toy.
It is under these same groupings that
dogs are shown and judged.

Most popular breeds today, judged
by numbers registered with the AKC.,
are 1 ) beagles, 2 ) boxers, 3) cocker span-
iels, 4 ) dachshunds, 5) Chihuahuas.

Dogs compete against those of their
own breed first. If they win, they then
compete against the breed winners in
the other group categories; and finally
the group winners compete for the
best-in-show award. For each win at a
major show a dog is credited with a
certain amount of points to which it
keeps adding until it has a total of 15,
which is championship status. When it
reaches this ultimate (called “being
finished” by the fancy) the dog is en-
titled to the prefix “Ch.” on its name.

The cost of showing a dog can be lit-
tle or a great deal. To take extreme
examples, the owners of the champion
boxer Bang Away of Sirrah Crest, Dr.
and Mrs. Rafael Harris, of Santa Ana,
Calif., reckon it has cost them about
$30,000 to campaign their dog to 100
best-in-show wins. On the other hand,
Mrs. Edythe Ellis, of Shady Side,
Md., finished her champion Pug, Edy-
Norm’s Mr. Biff, for a total cost of $19.

Whereas at one time it was consid-
ered a mark of social prestige to have
at least one dog entered in the West-

minster show each year, today’s exhibi-
tors are mostly people of modest means
who own just a few dogs and run their
kennels themselves. A large majority
of the fancy, however, own only one
dog, which they keep as a family pet.

The Westminster Kennel Club itself
is something of a contradiction. It has
no kennel (and hasn’t had one for 50
years) and no clubhouse; it owns not
one single dog, and it doesn’t require
its members to own or breed them. In
fact, apart from its one dog show a
year, the only other activity of the
club is to meet for dinner once a month.
The club today is primarily an exclu-
sive group of New York businessmen
who enjoy perpetuating a legacy of
lofty ideals for the sake of Ameri-
ca’s second oldest consecutive sporting
event (after the Kentucky Derby)—
the Westminster Dog Show.

BLUE-BLOODED BEGINNING

The Westminster’s history, howev-
er, is rich in tradition. Formed in 1877
by a group of wealthy New Yorkers,
the club opened large kennels, a pigeon
shooting course and a live-in clubhouse
at Babylon, L.I. The success of their
first dog show in 1877 was such that the
members dedicated themselves to mak-
ing the show an annual event and the
best in the nation— something the club
has continued to achieve without in-
terruption for the past 78 years.

The kennels and clubhouse in Baby-
lon had to be closed down after pigeon
shooting was abolished in N.Y. State,
and the club took office space in Man-
hattan. Members continued to carry
on the dog show tradition left by the
founders. The present 90-odd members

first Westminster held in 1877 in Gilmore’s Garden, N.Y. included many dogs of
dubious pedigree, but, as this artist’s impression shows, attracted a fashionable public.

of the club are mostly bankers, lawyers
and brokers. About 20 of these meet
once a month for dinner, and the dog
enthusiasts among them work on the
dog show committees. Only about half
of Westminster’s members are dog
show people. The club hires a profes-
sional superintendent to organize the
annual dog show but makes up its own
lists of judges.

Membership in the club is by invita-
tion and is rarely offered. New mem-
bers are added only to replace those
who die.

The record books of Westminster’s
historic past, which are now kept in the
club's three-room New York office on
East 60th Street, shed an illuminating
light on the early dog shows.

“If it is canine it is eligible” seems
to have been the rule, considering the
vicious and obscure beasts which some-
how found their way into the judging
rings. Not even four legs were required
of the dogs. A brown two-year-old
bitch called Nellie was entered in the
miscellaneous class with a program
note explaining that she had been born
with only two legs. An Australian wild
dog was entered in the first show but
when the judges saw that its owner
listed his address as Central Park Me-
nagerie, they gave it a wide berth in
fear of their lives. Dogs of royalty were
a great attraction and two deerhounds
called Dagmar and Oscar "bred by
Her Majesty the Queen of England
from the late Prince Consort’s famous
breed” were offered for sale at $100,000.
A Siberian wolfhound bred by the czar
of Russia was on sale at $10,000 al-
though it was listed as “pedigree un-
known.” Prizes in those days were sim-
ilarly lavish. They included such things
as a “Gold and Silver Mounted Pearl
Handled Revolver” and a “Russian
Leather Silver Mounted Fly Book and
One Gross of Assorted Flies."

Today the Westminster prizes are sil-
ver medals and bowls and cash prizes,
as well as ribbons. Whatever changes
the future may hold for this dog show
one thing is certain— a win at West-
minster will always remain the cher-
ished ambition of all dog exhibitors.

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

TO BE A HANDLER

B ecause improper handling in the
show ring can ruin the chances of
even the best dog, most owners hire
professionals to do the job. About 1,000
professional handlers are licensed by
the American Kennel Club, and their
average fee is about $20. Some of the
top handlers are under contract to cer-
tain owners who have first call on their
services. Fees for contract services can
run from $5,000 to $10,000.

The professional handler’s job is to
condition the dog for the show and
then handle it during the judging. A
good handler knows how to hide a dog’s
weak points and play up its strong
points. He can straighten a crooked leg
or make a too short neck a little longer
just by clipping the dog’s coat the right
way.

During the judging it is common for
handlers to use a number of ploys guar-
anteed to show off their dog to better
advantage — or disparage that of the
competition. Some of the ploys are:
Vie for the best position and keep it;
reset your dog every time the judge
moves around so he sees only the dog’s
best side; pose your dog, seemingly in-
advertently but actually on purpose,
so that it obscures the judge’s view of
the better bitch next to it; “piano-
play” the dog’s strongest points—
meaning fuss and run your hand over
t he dog’s good poi n t s so t he j udge’s eyes
are drawn away from the had.

Perhaps the biggest reason why own-
ers hire handlers is because they them-
selves are too nervous to do the job.

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PERFECT DOG NEVER FOUND

But a dog must not only measure up
to the physical standards of its breed;
it must also have the proper character.
A watchdog must be alert and coura-
geous, a field dog responsive and obe-
dient, a terrier audacious, a herd and
sled dog poised and sagacious, and a
toy, usually a replica of a larger breed,
must possess the same characteristics
plus a certain affectionate dependence.

Since no perfect dog has ever been
found, the actual practice of judging
varies somewhat from the theory. In-
stead of comparing each dog against

HOW A DOG SHOW IS JUDGED

T he most important figures at a dog
show are the judges — and West-
minster's panel of 46 experts (21 of
them women > are the pick of the 2,300
licensed by the American Kennel Club.
Heading this year’s list is a Los Ange-
les invest ment counselor, Albert E. Van
Court, who will judge the hest-in-show
event. A former breeder of dachshunds,
Mr. Van Court has been a leading judge
for the past 15 years.

His task at the show, after other
judges have chosen breed winners and
group winners, will be to find the dog
which most nearly conforms to its own
breed standards. These standards are a
description of the physical and mental
attributes which enable that kind of
dog to perform the special functions
for which it has been bred. In certain
breeds, lor instance, the coat must be
weather resistant and the standard will
emphasize the quality of the coat; in
another breed, speed may be essential
and the standard of this breed will em-
phasize the legs, feet and streamlined
body. The judge scores each dog on a
points system, giving so many points
per attribute out of a possible hundred.

the standard of its breed, the judge
chooses one dog which he considers
nearest to the standard, and then com-
pares the others to this dog. Running
his hands over the dog’s body the
judge checks its “type” (conformation )
against its breed’s standards and then,
with a careful inspection of eyes, teeth,
ears, etc., examines it for physical con-
dition (soundness). The handler is then
asked to gait the dog at a run so that
the judge can see it in motion in the
ring. At this point, ring presence and
show personality enter into the adjudi-
cation. A show dog should be obedient,
should display showmanship qualities
and should move with smooth action.
The dog scoring the highest number
of points in both type and soundness,
plus the rest, is the winning dog.

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

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WESTMINSTER continued from page SI

KEEPING TROUBLE OUT OE DOG SHOWS IS HIS BUSINESS

T he frightening task of bring-
ing together under one roof at the
same time 2,500 highly strung and
priceless show dogs, plus their owners
and handlers, is a job so nearly impos-
sible that only one man in the country
has for the past 27 years been allowed
to do it. He is 72-year-old George
Foley of Philadelphia, the professional
superintendent of the Westminster
show since 1928.

Normally a quiet-voiced little man
with the kindly patience and demean-
or of a Sunday School teacher, Foley's
lifetime of bossing the nation’s top dog
shows has left him with the tenacity of
a deaf bulldog, and if provoked, the
fighting instincts of a great Dane.

DETECTIVES GUARD DOGS

Foley found out a long time ago
that there was no such thing as a
smoothly run dog show. A show’s suc-
cess can be judged only in how low
the number of trouble-making inci-
dents can be kept. His basic principle
for running a good dog show is simple,
if hard to carry out: make everybody
obey the rules.

As head of the Foley Dog Show Or-
ganization, Inc., which handles 140
shows (indoor and out) a year and is
the largest firm of its kind in the
world, Foley tries to make the rules
stick — and in doing so has become
czar of the canine world and probably
the most controversial personality in
the business. Foley has learned to dis-
regard this; he has work to do. Each
year he packs up to 100,000 square feet
of canvas, $250,000 worth of benching
and ring equipment, 35 salaried hands
and all the equipment., blue ribbons,
catalogs and mechanical stake-drivers
necessary for a dog show into five trail-
er trucks and sets out from his Phila-
delphia headquarters to set up and
oversee the nation’s top shows.

Depending upon size, he charges a
fee of $500 $25,000 per show. His big-
gest headaches come at shows like the
Westminster. Apart from the months
of preparation, printing of the premi-
um list and catalogs and handling of
thousands of entries, Foley’s team of
hired help and staffers work around
the clock, much like a circus crew,
throughout the entire two-day event.
To ensure safety for the purebred dogs
benched overnight in the Garden,
Foley has teams of Pinkerton detec-
tives supplementing his own guards

george foley became professional
supervisor of Westminster show in 1928.

and officials on the doors. Every un-
used and locked exit door is fastened
with a Foley seal (a paper sticker) to
make sure nobody gets in or out ex-
cept through the proper gates. While
the show is on, Foley prowls around
the rings and down in the basement
snuffing out the scent of trouble like
an old gun dog flushing quail.

Foley left a $24-a-week job as a
fishing tackle salesman in 1902 to run
his first dog show and today, with
5,000 shows behind him, he shudders
at the thought of the things that can
go wrong. In the heat of blue-ribbon
competition some owners, with thou-

sands of dollars and large chunks of
their own vanity and ego invested
in the dogs, will stop at nothing short
of murder to win— and even that
has been tried more than once. A
prize Boston terrier owned by Frank
Brumby, of Long Island, was fed
ground glass and died before it could
get into the ring and a best-in-show
contender was once slashed with a
razor.

In addition to attempts at murder-
ing the competition, belladonna has
been put into a dog’s eyes to make
them shine more winningly; badly
marked dogs have been dyed; others
have had spots painted on them with
boot black; judges have been accused
of favoritism and outright dishonesty,
and at least one has been banished
from the ring for having the smell of
drink on his breath. Hardly a show
goes by that Foley doesn’t have to
referee a quarrel, calm down upset los-
ers and convince at least six people
that the judge hasn’t been fixed.

Exhibitors caught breaking any of
the rules are reported to the AKC.
for disciplinary action and possible
banishment from the sport.

Looking back over his career Fo-
ley, who has never been bitten by a
dog, still hasn’t made up his mind
which cause him the most trouble—
people or dogs. Dog or man, he thinks
it all depends on environment and
education.

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

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DOGS ARE A $500 MILLION INDUSTRY

A CORDING to a recent survey made
by the Gaines Dog Research Cen-
ter, there are now 22.5 million dogs
in the U.S., of which about a third
are purebred. Some 17 million families
— about 4 0 ' j of all American homes —
own one or more dogs, with the South
having the most. Catering to this enor-
mous group of modern-day canines has
created in this country an active indus-
try with the highly respectable turn-
over of more than $500 million annual-
ly. Dog lovers last year, for example,
bought nearly two billion pounds of
prepared dog food at an estimated cost
of $250 million.

Of the 17,000 veterinarians in Amer-
ica about 13,000 work with dogs and
other small pels. There are 2,300 hos-
pitals where dog ailments can be treat-
ed, and $50 million are spent yearly on
dog remedies and veterinary services.
Today, whether it likes it or not, the
American dog is an emancipated crea-
ture with all the benefits of modern
civilization, including such things as
psychiatrists, dude ranches and even
“college” educations at its disposal.

Two decades ago when they began
making a dog food called Pard, Swift &
Co. was afraid to put their name on the
can. It would be like Tiffany’s selling
horse collars, they thought. Not until
the dog food business was booming did
the company finally allow their name
on the cans — and then only in small
print. Dog food has come a long way
since then. Today it is accepted as be-
ing virtually as pure in content and
preparation as similar foods for human
consumption.

In catering to the tastes of humans
who want to make people out of dogs,
manufacturers have built up a fantas-
tic $25 million-a-year business in dog-
gy clothes, grooming aids and services.

As early as 1934, a sign of times to
come in the dog business was revealed
in the catalog of Abercrombie & Fitch
which advertised “goggles for motor-
ing dogs and a mustache cup dish for
spaniels.” Among the items of dog eso-
terica available today are maternity
coats with let-out and move-back but-
tons, Scottish outfits, canine candy, a
roto-romp exerciser for weight reduc-
ing and centrally heated dog houses.

Thousands of dog beauty parlors give
dogs bubble baths, permanent waves
and manicures, and Poodles by Dana
Inc., a New York firm, will dye dogs
the color of their owner’s costume.

WHAT WELL-DRESSED DOGS WEAR

Clothes for dogs have become a prof-
itable fad and some of the world’s top
stylists have designed garments for
them. Mr. John, of New York City, will
make cocktail hats for dogs starting at
$35. Most department stores and pet
shops across the nation carry a variety
of dog accessories. Macy’s offers a mink
collar coat ($19.98). Such items as
sequin-studded collars trimmed with
ermine tails, red terry cloth morning
robes, pearl barrettes and imitation
emerald earrings can be bought in
many shops. Some stores, like Ham-
macher Schlemmer in New York City,
specialize in dog items like polo coats
for the country and dog boots. One of
its best selling items today is a dog per-
fume named Kennel #9 (1 oz. $3).

The Dog’s Own Shop, in New York’s
Greenwich Village, offers for dogs a re-
movable chest protector, leather shoes,
and four-legged white bath pajamas. A
Texan was so pleased with some silver
hair clips which Linz Bros., “Jewelists.”

of Dallas made for his poodle, that he
ordered a $250 diamond-studded white-
gold set for Sundays.

For city dog owners there are now
canine walkers and dog sitters. For
dogs wishing to get away from it all
there are places like the Dog Bath Club
in Manhattan (three large running
tracks, a sun deck and outdoor swim-
ming pool), the Valley Country Club
for Pets on Long Island, and the Dude
Ranch for Dogs at Big Bear Lake,
Calif. If the problems run deeper, Clar-
ence E. Harbison, of Darien, Conn., a
dog psychologist who has treated hun-
dreds of neurotic pets, can be called
in. For purposes of higher education
there is John Behan’s New England Ca-
nine College, which takes only resident
“students” and specializes in cases with
personality problems. Dogs afraid of
traffic undergo orientation courses lis-
tening to traffic noises on records.

At the Canine University in New
York dogs are taught to live with hu-
mans, while a school for dogs in Chi-
cago goes a step further and also offers
courses teaching humans how to live
with dogs.

In Hartsdale, N.Y. more than 25,-
000 dogs rest in peace among the ma-
ple groves in America's biggest ceme-
tery for pets. Some dogs interred here
have had elaborate funerals with lying-
in-state periods of several days and five
lie in a $25,000 mausoleum.

At man’s side since the Paleolithic pe-
riod, dogs are today increasing in pop-
ulation four times faster than humans,
but experts foresee no immediate
problems — not as long as the public con-
tinues to kill pets with kindness. e~ n~d)

canine finery now available extends to items like living room beds upholstered in
leopard- and zebra-skin materials and natty waistcoats adorned with costume jewelry.

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high-handicap golfers

from Wl LLI E HUNTER, pro at the Riviera Country Club

W hen the ball lies on the apron only a foot or so from the green, a
sensible club to use sometimes is the famous “Texas wedge,” the
putter. However, when the ball is lying fairly well back on the apron
and the apron is shaggy as it is on most courses that are not baked
out like many in Texas — a putted ball is subject to all sorts of little kicks
that throw off both the direction and the calculated distance. Knowing
this, a good many players play this chip from off the green with a wedge
or niblick, attempting to loft the ball up near the flag with some bite
on it. That's a dangerous and difficult shot, too. There’s a happy medi-
um, I believe — the flat little pitch-and-run played with the five, six,
or seven iron.

I call this the pitch-and-run, the traditional term, but maybe the
phrase pitch-and-putt would describe the type of shot more clearly.
What the player aims to do is pitch the ball, in a relatively low arc, so
that it carries over the unpredictable bounces of the apron, lands on the
front of the evenly cut green, settles down after a bounce or two and
runs like a putt to the flag. The golfer must estimate the spot on the
green where he wishes to land the ball, gauging the run it will then have
if it is to roll on and expire close by the cup. It is a relatively easy shot
to master and a great saver of strokes.

Playing a chip shot from Ihe apron, Willie
Hunter uses a seven iron (left), which he
grips in his fingers low on leather of shaft

Hooding the club slightly. Hunter taps the ball delicately
so it carries to the green’s surface, then rolls like a putt

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NEXT WEEK’S GUEST PRO; BILL GORDON ON THE FRIENDLY GRIP

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

ON THE BOLIVIAN SIDE OF LAKE TITICACA. TWO ANGLERS NEAR HUATAHATA READY THEIR BOAT FOR A DAY'S FISHING

TROUT IN THE CLOUDS

ll is summer al Lake Titicaca in the Ancles, linn* lo catch a king’s ransom in rainbows

PHOTOGRAPHS BY FENNO JACOBS

In the late 1980s the governments of
Peru and Bolivia introduced rainbow
and brown trout to Lake Titicaca on
their lofty frontier in the Andes. They
hoped for good results— and got them.
The success of the experiment was
proved to the full satisfaction of, for
one, Sen. Bourke Hickenlooper (R..
Iowal last October 2nd when he landed
a 84 1 ^-pound rainbow, a fish only two
pounds under the world record. Airline
pilots have known of the lake's fabu-
lous fishing for the last few years and

have made repeated off-time trips toil.
Today more and more traveling sports-
men are stopping at La Paz, Bolivia to
fish the 100-mile-long lake nearby.

Accommodations in the little towns
adjacent to the lake are anything but
deluxe. The fishing, however, is of a
caliber to make any pilgrimage bear-
able. Few fishermen will quibble at a
place where a three-pound rainbow is
a nuisance to be shaken off, a ten-
pounder is commonplace and a fish of
double this weight a likely prospect.

It has been possible for a man to cal •!'
500 pounds of trout a day at Titicaca.

It is summer there now, which i? also
the rainy season. Because of this the
rivers are too high, but they will be
right from April through June. Some
have never seen a fly, as local anglers
prefer spinning and bait-casting out-
fits, with largish spoons and wobblers.

But the lake itself is worth a trip
anytime, if only for the spectacular
scenery, some of which is shown on
these pages.

TOWING A sailboat to be used later (rental: 50^ an hour., Indians set out in balsa-wood craft to put down

a party heads for a bay. Typical fishing gear lies on the deck.

twelve-round rainbow comes aboard. This anglers find themselves each fighting a pair of such fish

is a fairly common size at Titicaca, and sometimes two which jump again and again in the clear mountain air.

THEIR NETS FOR A SMALL FISH CALLED A BOCA. THEY ALSO SPEAR RAINBOW TROUT, AND HAVE SET UNOFFICIAL RECORD OF 45 POUNDS

happy girl watches while her prize is gaffed. The fish are
most easily taken on “hardware” — metal lures that flash or spin.

curious Indians watch fishermen set up their rods near
Escalani on the Peruvian side, where there are no boat facilities.

boy with a burden, 16 pounds of rainbow trout, demon- vian government restocks the lake annually with a million small
strates the fabulous quality of Lake Titicaca’s fishing. The Peru- trout for later harvest by the natives and visiting sportsmen.

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39

AUTHOR AND his son. Kevin, check
records with Museum Director Sid Keener.

A VISIT TO THE
HALL OF FAME

Novelist James T. Farrell finds baseball's shrine at Cooperstown not
only a rich storehouse of mementos but a wonderful stimulus for the
memories of great days on the diamond treasured by millions of Americans

by JAMES T. FARRELL

1 0NG before the Baseball Hall of
J Fame and Museum was established
in Cooperstown, New York, every real
lover of baseball carried his own Hall
of Fame in his own mind. I was remind-
ed of this fact when my 14-year-old
son and I visited the Cooperstown Mu-
seum recently. As we looked at the
plaques, the old gloves, balls, bats, pic-
tures and other exhibits, my own base-
ball recollections came back to me in a
slow flood of memory.

When I was a boy, I would sit at the
family dinner table listening to my un-

cles talk baseball, and I used to hear
them respectfully mention such great
players as Pop Anson, A. G. Spaulding
and Wee Willie Keeler — players who
preceded Ty Cobb, Honus Wagner,
Napoleon Lajoie and the other out-
standing stars of my own boyhood.
There is an oral tradition of baseball,
which is passed on from generation to
generation: it has, in itself, served as a
kind of mythical Hall of Fame.

I have seen most of the players now
immortalized at Cooperstown, when
they were in the big leagues. I was told

of the others by my elders. I, in turn,
have told my son of all of these play-
ers. His first school composition was
about King Kelly, who also is in the
Hall of Fame. My uncles told me sto-
ries of “Slide, Kelly, Slide.”

We stopped before the plaque of Ed
Walsh, the old spitball pitcher, and I
suddenly remembered a sultry sunless
Sunday morning in August of 1911,
when I was just seven years old. My
older brother and I were walking along
Wentworth Avenue in Chicago. He
picked up off the sidewalk a white box
seat ticket for that afternoon’s base-
ball game at Comiskey Park. Both of
us were admitted on the one ticket.
Sitting in the grandstand we watched
Ed Walsh pitch a winning no-hit game
against the Boston Red Sox. This was
one of the first and also most exciting
experiences in my long years as a base-
ball fan. I went home spinning on air.
And as I entered the front door, I was
told that while we had been at the ball
game, a new baby sister of mine had
arrived. I replied spontaneously, not
with these words but with this thought :

“Good. She will always be remem-
bered because she was born on the day
that Ed Walsh pitched a no-hit game."

That was more or less the beginning
of my own private Hall of Fame. As
the years went on, as 1 saw, lived,
talked and read about baseball, many
others joined Walsh there. One day my
uncle, a traveling salesman, came home
from a trip on the road and handed me
the first regulation major league base-
ball which I ever owned. He told me
that Rube Waddell had given it to him
for me. I learned everything 1 could
about Rube Waddell and was almost
ready to fight anyone who said that
Waddell was not a great pitcher.

the mighty babe entrances youngsters who never saw him play. At left, Rich-
ard Mack of Manlius, N.Y. inspects the contents of Ruth’s locker. At right, Henry
Douglas of Ramsey, N.J. shows his son Edward the Babe’s plaque in the Hall of Fame.

40

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

original immortals elected to Hall of Fame were photo- late. Front from left, Eddie Collins, Babe Ruth, Connie Mack and
graphed at Cooperstown in 1939. Missing were Willie Keeler and Cy Young; rear, Honus Wagner, Grover Cleveland Alexander,
Christy Mathewson, both deceased, and Ty Cobb, who arrived Tris Speaker, Napoleon Lajoie, George Sisler, Walter Johnson.

Standing before Rube Waddell’s
plaque, I read that he had won more
than 200 games in major league com-
petition. But according to my own
memories, Waddell had won only 193
games. I mentioned this discrepancy to
Sid C. Keener, the old-time baseball
reporter who is now the director of the
museum. Keener got out all of the rec-
ord books from the world’s best base-
ball library, created by Ernest Lani-
gan, and sat at his desk in the Hall of
Fame room, figuring and checking how
many games Rube Waddell had really
won. It is generally agreed that Wad-
dell belongs with Mathewson, Grover
Cleveland Alexander, Walter Johnson
and Ed Walsh. But the books do not
agree on his record. Two of them credit
him with 203 major league victories;
two others give him a lifetime total
of 193.

Details and memories of old games
are treasured only by the fan who loves
the game: to anyone else they are
meaningless. But of such memories and

recollections is baseball made. The
Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum is
interesting and fascinating because it
stimulates and sometimes challenges
these memories.

The plaques are not the only stimu-
li. Through the glass of a showcase I
read the first contract of Eddie Collins,
signed by him and Connie Mack when
Collins was a student and a varsity
backfield man at Columbia University.
Collins signed his own name to the con-
tract but played his first big-league
year under the name of Sullivan.

MASKS OF GLORY

Then there are the gloves, the masks,
the World Series rings and trophies,
and many baseballs that figured in
great and famous plays. You see the
skintight glove used by Neal Ball when
he made his unassisted triple play, and
other gloves scarcely larger than a
man’s hand. Looking at the cushions
used today, one wonders how a modern
player could make an error.

Finally, of course, there are the pho-
tographs. When I was a boy, I used to
stand out front of a cigar store at 51st
Street and Prairie Avenue in Chicago.
I would ask every man who came out
of the store to give me the picture of
the baseball player which came with
the package of cigarettes. I remember
begging for these pictures on the day
that Woodrow Wilson was first elect-
ed President of the United States. For
some reason or other I, then eight,
wanted Wilson to win, but I wanted
those baseball pictures more than I
wanted Wilson in Washington. Many
pictures like the ones I collected, looked
at, thought about and treasured, hang
on a wall in one of the rooms of the
museum.

You cannot remain long in the mu-
seum, looking about, watching the
other visitors, overhearing chance com-
ments and remarks without sensing
that the atmosphere is one of senti-
ment, nostalgia and even sentimental-
eon/ ut wed on next page

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

41

“I tell you, Mori, if I had a good U-foot 6-inch center
we could take our school district hands down”

the hall itself is shown here in
1939, when 10,000 attended the dedication.

COOPERSTOWN continued

ity. Many gray-haired men come and
drift about from case to case. As they
stare, their faces soften up. The past
comes back to them. Boyhood and
young manhood glow once again in
them. Those baseballs in the cases are
the balls that many of them never
pitched, caught or hit on a big-league
diamond. The uniforms are the base-
ball suits they never wore. The plaques
speak of the records they never broke,
the lives they never led and the boy-
hood dreams they never fulfilled.

Wives do not always appreciate this.
One day an elderly couple showed up.
The wife was not interested in baseball.
Calling her "dear,” the gray-haired
husband said that he would only be a
few minutes. She sat on a chair im-
patiently.

The few minutes became a half hour.
She grew more nervous and began
mumbling complaints about her hus-

band. Then she loudly told herself that
her husband was just ridiculous. And
every so often the husband would come
back to tell the bored and restless wife
that he would be finished very quickly.
She would upbraid him. He would go
back and look fascinatedly at more ex-
hibits. He kept her sitting there most
of the afternoon. When they finally left,
she was quarreling with him and she
seemed convinced that her husband
had lost his mind.

Old ballplayers often come to the
museum, and sometimes they, too,
quarrel, but for different reasons. Not
long ago two old-time pitchers, both
well over 60, got into a discussion of a
game they had pitched against each
other many years ago. The younger
one said he had won it.

“You never beat me in that game,”
the second old big-leaguer said.

They grew angry and argued.

"I beat you that game. You never
beat me and you never could,” the
second old-timer said in even greater
anger.

The two old ballplayers almost came
to blows.

A SENSE OF MELANCHOLY

Mixed with the pleasure a baseball
fan feels at seeing the mementos in
the museum is a sense of melancholy.
I recall visiting the ruins of Olympia,
the site of the original Olympic games.
The stadium was washed away in a
flood centuries ago, but the cement
starting line for the racers remains.
Athletics was bound up with the reli-
gion of ancient Greece. In America
this is not the case, although baseball
is deeply integrated into our culture.

42

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

It is loved. It is also big business.

And yet some of our great baseball
players are thought of in somewhat
the same terms as the athletes of an-
cient Greece. There is one story of an
Olympic runner who was winning his
race. Nearing the finish line, his loin-
cloth began to fall down. He could
either have paused, pulled it up and
lost the race, or else let it fall off and
go on to be the victor. He won the
race running stark naked. Ty Cobb
played ball the way that ancient Greek
ran a race. To him it must have been
a way of life, as it was to some oth-
ers, many of whom are gone— Ruth,
Gehrig, Alexander, Mathewson, Eddie
Collins. You see the plaques and pic-
tures of these baseball players of the
past and they stir melancholy reflec-
tions on the biological changes and
tragedy of man.

AN EARLIER AMERICA

Baseball historians have challenged
the claim that Cooperstown is the real
home of baseball. But even if this be
granted, there is a certain appropriate-
ness in the museum’s being located
here. It is an old and attractive village
on the shores of Otsego Lake. Although
its Main Street is like many other Main
Streets, a sense of a different pioneer
America pervades Cooperstown. To go
there is like breathing a little of the
air of an earlier America.

In the Hall of Fame room, there is
on exhibit a homemade old ball with
the stuffing coming out of it. It is
somewhat smaller than the modern
ball. It was found in an attic not far
from Cooperstown and well might have
been used for games of town ball, one
o’ cat or baseball in General Abner
Doubleday’s lifetime. Baseball was
probably played elsewhere in the 1830s
or early 1840s. But it was also played
in Cooperstown.

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There is a standard joke about the
father who buys an electric train for
his son as a Christmas present. The toy
is for the boy. But comes Christmas
morning and there is the old man on
the floor amidst the tracks, engine cars,
signals, electric motor and other para-
phernalia. It is a question as to whom
the toy is for, the father or the son.
The father is playing with the train set
he never had as a boy. I felt somewhat
like the father of this old saw when I
went about the Baseball Hall of Fame
and Museum with my own son. For
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43

SKIING

A RACING PROBLEM

Europe’s first expert on the subject offers advice
to aid a vanishing species: the true amateur skier

by SIR ARNOLD LUNN

I N the early days of downhill racing,
the holiday skier could hold his own
against the career skier, and the towns-
men of London and Paris could race on
even terms with the Alpine peoples. In
those days, our British ladies won two
world championships and our best ama-
teurs— Mackintosh, Bracken and my
son Peter— won occasional internation-
al competitions against the best Alpine
aces. But by the early '30s, it was be-
coming clear that a traveling circus of
stars was beginning to dominate the
races, and that the proportion of par-
ticipants to spectators was declining
rapidly.

As the top racers were all accepted
by the Federation Internationale de
Ski as amateurs— including those who
taught skiing for money— the paper
distinction between amateur and pro-
fessional was useless to prevent what,
in point of fact, has now happened: the
elimination of the genuine amateur
from the top competitions.

Furthermore, even the paid ski in-
structors were beginning to suffer a dis-
advantage. While they spent hours
every day teaching the sport, a select
number of “amateurs” were completely
free to practice, backed by their par-
ents or by commercial institutions that
often invested thousands of dollars in
securing for their amateur the best pos-
sible training.

In the light of these circumstances,
it seemed important to make a differ-
ent distinction than the one between
amateur and professional — namely
that between the holiday and the ca-
reer athlete. And by career athlete I
mean the man who is making or intends
to make a career of sport, either as a
teacher, a player, an exhibition per-
former, or by giving his name to sport-
ing equipment or joining a sports firm
outright. The holiday athlete, on the
other hand, is planning for a career
which has no connection with sport;
and consequently, his opportunities for
sport are limited to his leisure time.

I felt, therefore, that an urgent need
was developing for an important in-

ternational event restricted to genu-
ine holiday skiers. Accordingly, I ap-
proached the Duke of Kent for permis-
sion to start a race which would bear
his name, and which would be restrict-
ed to skiers who did not live in ski-
ing centers. Furthermore, each entrant
must have skied for no more than 60
days in the previous winter season. In
connection with this individual compe-
tition, there was to be a townsmen’s
team race for a cup presented by the
Infante Alfonso d’Orleans Bourbon.

Most of those who heard of the race
assured me that qualifying standards
for the Duke of Kent race would not
work, and that the Kent qualification
would be even more of a joke than
Olympic amateurism. In fact, one Ital-
ian skier told me point blank, “You
know, my dear Arnold, in the country
of Machiavelli, this qualification would
be most difficult to enforce.”

In the face of all this pessimism, the
first race was held in 1937 and won by
Arnold Kaech, present secretary of
FIS. Since then the Kent Cup has
been held 12 times, and, I am happy
to say, the Kent qualification, unlike
amateur standards in many other in-

ternational competitions, has stood up.
Whereas there is a kind of gentlemen’s
agreement to raise no questions about
the amateur qualifications of Olympic
ski competitors, the entrants in the
Duke of Kent have regarded it as a
point of honor not to cheat on their
credentials.

The Kent race has gradually become
the parent of a large family of oth-
er townsmen’s or citadin competitions.
Qualifications for these races vary, and
none but the Kent Cup imposes the
60-day limit. However, at the Derby
Sciatori Cittadini at Sestrieres on Jan.
29, and at the upcoming Le Derby
des Skieurs Citadins at M6gdve on
Feb. 26, all members of the national
teams of the leading skiing countries
are barred.

INVITATION FROM EUROPE

Britain has won four Kent competi-
tions since the war. Among the win-
ning towns in past Infante Alfonso
competitions are Berne, Lucerne, Oslo
and London. It would be delightful to
welcome a team from Los Angeles, Bos-
ton, New York or any of the other
American cities where skiers abound.
For, just as in Europe, there are hun-
dreds of holiday skiers in America who
have a taste for international compe-
tition, but who would have no hope
of finishing in the first half of an Arl-
berg-Kandahar or a Lauberhorn. They
might, however, have a good chance of
victory in the Kent or any of the other
Citadin races. In any case, they would
be most welcome as entrants in a truly
amateur event, competing against ski-
ers of their own caliber who have had
comparable opportunities for practice
and training. (end)

44

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

SPORTING LOOK

NEW SPARK
TO PARKAS

Skiers at Aspen, Colorado are more
colorful this winter than ever before

O nly A few seasons ago, a color-
fully dressed skier could be only
one of two things: a snow bunny who
didn’t know any better or a profes-
sional good enough to get away with
anything. The dictum for several mil-
lion middle-of-the-track U.S. skiers was
black, gray or navy blue, both in pants
and parkas. The cut was the thing.

This winter at Aspen, Colo., a serious
ski town if there ever was one, there is
a new spark to parkas. The traditional
black nylon or processed cotton has
been brightened in various ways— with
multicolored stripes in sunbursts; with
plaids and embroidery. For ski pants,
however, black and gray are still the
most popular colors. Even in Europe,
where the most colorful of ski clothes
originate, colored pants are not bought
but earned.

Other innovations at Aspen: hoods
or knitted helmets, worn instead of the
traditional fast caps; ski knickers, worn
with thick waterproof socks by some of
the Ski Patrol members.

PHOTOGRAPHS BY HY PESKIN

Honeymooners Mary and Ray Farley of
Racine, Wis. wait for the lift at Aspen.
Mary's black cotton parka is embroidered
with edelweiss and came from Interlaken,
Switzerland. She knitted Ray's handsome
black and white figured sweater herself.

NEW SPARK TO PARKAS continued

Mrs. Ernest Gann chats with Jack Holst at the Sun Deck, Aspen's
favorite lunching place, atop Ajax mountain. Her striped parka
has straight lines, features a flattering notched hood. Mr. Holst
wears a beanie for extra warmth under the hood of his parka.

Honey Pfeifer, wife of Friedl Pfeifer, codirector of
the Aspen ski school, wears a sunray-striped parka
from Alli’s of Aspen for a sunny Sunday ski. Her
good-luck piece, a St. Bernard medal which she
won’t ski without, dangles from her belt buckle.

University of Wisconsin Coed Mary Ann Barry heads for the
chair lift in a plaid hooded poplin parka, cut on the bias and
lined with nylon. Her belt features ski-pole base as center emblem.

SNOW PATROL

NS = newsnow; PO = powder; PP-packed pow-
der; HP = hard -packed snow; HB«=hard base;
GR- granular; FG = frozen granular; CO** corn
snow; BC = breakable crust; UC- unbreakable
crust; W = wet; IC-icy condition; BS=bare
spots; DC -dangerous condition; CL = trail or
slope closed.

A late roundup of snow conditions in America from a picked group of local skiers

COMPILED BY BILL WALLACE

Snoic totals continue to soar in the Western areas, as skiing rates good
or better. Rapid temperature changes hare caused varied conditions in East

FAR WEST: Mr. UALDY. CALIF. : Winds have
pealed the ridges and dumped snow into the
bowls. Base is 30 40 Ml*. Crowd of 3.500 last
weekend caused 18-minute wait on lifts,
si'. \ k bowl, calif.: 9 NS last week now is PP
over maximum !*ti Hli. All trails rated excellent.
SQUAW VAl.l.BY, CALIF. : Skiing at Squaw could
not he much hotter than it has been this winter,
('over now is 60 108 HI’, all trails excellent.,
weather sunny and daytime temps. 30 60,
tit: no. NBV-: 2 PO on 48 72 HB. University of
Nevada winter carnival comes off Feb. 11 13,
with Denver favorite to win competitions.

NORTHWEST: \n. noun. OKI’..: Ruin has
been a threat here. 1 NS, W and heavy, on 106
with 3 W on 51 at Govt. (’amp. Chair lift run-
ning Wed. through Sun.. Multorpor Thurs,-
Sat.-Sun.. Skyway every day.

MT. BAKER. WASH.: Dry 1*0 has restored excel-
lent conditions. 22 1*1* over 87 HP. Kxperis -
Chute now skialde and very fast. Crowds have
been moderate with no waiting lines.
SNOQUAl.MIK PASS. WASH.: 4 NS on 79 base.
Some trails may have sticky surfaces, and the
upper runs can he tricky for nonexperts.

CROUSE MT.. BRITISH COLUMBIA: Area recov-
ered from recent thaw with 1<1 11 dry PO. Base
is 50 75 and heavy. Temp, range. 25 33.

ROCKY MTS.: ALTA, UTAH: For the past five
weeks it has snowed every Tuesday, the day the
University of Utah holds classes here. Plenty of
snow on other days too. and there now is an 18
light PO surface on a 70 HP base with condi-
tions just about perfect.

aspen, colo. : Waiting time for the lifts has
been running about lu minutes. The wait is
worth it. however, with 3 NS over 20 40 HB,
and all trails excellent. Watch 1C on roads.
STEAMBOAT SPRINGS, COLO.: 8 12 PO on 24 38
HB. 42nd annual winter carnival. Feb. 12 13,
should have best snow in several years.

SANTA fe. N. MEX.: A moderate snow storm
scared away the crowd hist weekend. Skiing on
open slopes and trails is fine, thanks to 10 NS.
BANFF, alberta: This is one of few major ski
areas iri North America now short on snow. Ski-
ing is none to poor.

whitepisii mont.: 7 9 NS "ii 36 i" packed,
with trails rated excellent. Snow treads or
chains a must for motorists.

MIDWEST: TERRY PEAK, R.D.: \rea
recurring falls of 2 3 PO over a 24 30 base.
Skiing excellent.

tun mt., wis.: 2 PO nil 9 HP base has provid-
ed best skiing of the winter. College crowds are
giving the area heavy play on weekends.
ISHPEMING, MICH.: 8 PO on 12 base and skiing
is excellent.

boyne mt.. Midi.: Conditions fast and good
with 8 24 PPon4 HB. Michigan intercollegiate
championships scheduled for Feb. 12 13.

PENNSYLVANIA: LIGONIF.lt: 4 10 PO on 4 15
base. Skiing good on all slopes.

NEW YORK: BKLLEAYRE: W surface on 5 10
base. Last Saturday had best crowd of season,
but rain chased crowds away Sunday.

TURIN: This resort is having its most prosperous
winter, thanks to good snow 4 NS on 23 base
at present and the new state thruway which
has made Turin far more accessible to skiers.
LAKE placid: 3 PO on 20 40 HB. Canadian and
American girls scheduled to race for Kate Smith
Trophy. Feb. 11 13.

QUEBEC: MT. TREMULANT: 2 3 NS needed to
bury last rocks on t he Sissy Schuss and pro-
vide a PO topping for 30 51 HB. Skiing is good
over-all.

LAC BEAUPORT: 3 fluffy PO over 40 base. Skiing
is fine, roads are clear, temps. 10 above.

NEW ENGLAND: BIG BROMLEY. VT.: 2 PO on
7 25 HB. Temp, range last week was from 16
below to 34 above.

MT. snow. vt. : PP on 10 30 totals. Area is
now in its third month of continuous skiing.
MAD RIVER GLEN, vt.: Two-week cold wave
broke with snowfall of 3 NS over 20 48 IIP huso.
Skiing rates good to excellent on all trails.
STOWE. VT. : 1 PO "II 29 10 HB. Big crowds
have caused up to 30-minute wait for lifts.
FRANCONIA, N.H.: Skiers welcomed 5 fresh PO
for 4 40 base. Conditions are good-excellent.
NORTH Conway. N.H.: F(1 mixed with NS on
surface over 7 10 base. Some NS would be very

BELKNAP. N.H.: NS over 2 10 HB. Last Satur-
day's crowd was the largest in the area's history.
Berkshire MTS., mass.: Rain and recent thaws
cut into the thin cover at Jiminy Peak and Otis
Ridge. More NS needed to restore good skiing.

COMPILED BY ED ZERN

MARLIN: Florida: Blues and whites moving
into Gulf Stream from Bahamas area; visitor
Harlow Curtice took time off from Miami Mo-
torama to hook estimated 250-pounder, play it
for half hour, lose it; OF through February.
Bahamas: Blues were plentiful in waters off
Andros Town last week and should provide
good action: recent winds have abated.
MEXICO: Mazatlan boats averaged nearly tw-o
marlin per trip last week, and ()(i; lish are la-
20 miles offshore and striking freely. 380-pound
black brought into Acapulco dock last Friday.

PACIFIC SALMON: CALIFORNIA: Ocean salm-
on season south of Tomales Bay opens Feb. 15;
no closed season elsewhere on coast except east
of Carquinez Bridge. Possession limit is three
fish except south of Monterey-San Luis Obispo
county line, where limit's two: FP due to cold
weather and wrong attitude of salmon.

0Rritisii Columbia: Poor steelheading has pro-
duced record turnout for winter springs, with
boats off Campbell River averaging four to five

fish to 20 pounds. Good catches to 22 pounds
off Oak Bay: Saanich Inlet reports small silvers
showing: Horse Shoe Bay producing whoppers,
and all other points near Vancouver declare KG
and 0(1. with fresh and frozen herring or her-
ring strip best bait.

BLACK BASS: TENNESSEE: l'< 1 in Center Hill
Lake (but big noise is walleyes on feeding
spreei. D. I*. Zimmerman removed 10-pound
14-ounce higmouth from Chiekamauga Lake
last week to set new local record. FF in other
lakes but should pick up as weather warms.
north Carolina: Fontana Lake so low that one
boat dock is now 10 miles from water, says spy.
Louisiana: Leon Arnadee of Baton Rouge set
new state mark with 8-pound 15-ounce large-
mouth from False River: 0(1 there and in
Bayou Lacasine near Jennings.

Mississippi: 0(1 in Biloxi River and Pearl Riv-
er backwaters; minnows and shrimp best bait..
Florida: Lakes in central Florida producing
well as weather warms (but winds are high
enough to dump boats and drown fishermen
on lugger waters i: Lakes Harris. Little Harris.
Dora and Griffin near Leesburg among top
producers. Withlacoochee River reports FF
but few limits. In south. F(1 in most fresh wa-
ter: try top-water plugs, bugs or bucktails on
both sides of culverts along Tamiami Canal
right up to Miami city limits.

NEVADA: Lake Mead improving; Overton arm
best area but, with low water and displaced
fish, a guide is a good investment.

California: FF and improving at Havasu
Lake: old-timers predict two- week-early spring.
In north. Shasta and Clear lakes producing
for experts.

Missouri: Lake of the Ozarks (Niangua region)
in top condition and FG with plugs and min-
nows; bass are averaging 3 pounds. In Gravois
arm area water is clear, FF and 0(1.

STEELHEAD TROUT: WASHINGTON: Last
week's rain may have nudged runs into river
to end dullish spell; no signs at press time.
OREGON: New runs in most streams, but fish
are smaller, averaging 8 pounds; Nestucea up
slightly and warmer, with cluster eggs and
cherry drifters best lures: Alsea in fine shape,
with best fishing below Five Rivers Junction,
eggs best bait: Siletz. Salmon. Siuslaw and
Chetco rivers are in promising condition.
With many steelhead now near spawning stage,
veteran sportsmen are releasing uninjured fish
to improve future fun.

BRITISH COLUMBIA: FI* in Vancouver Island
streams as fish dilly-dally in salt water despite
good levels of Campbell. Cowichan. Stamp and
Somass rivers; mainland is hotter, with rising
levels and new runs in Vedder, Seymour and
Chcakamus rivers; 0(1 in all rivers.

SAILFISH: FLORIDA : Sails are Still plentiful
from Palm Beach south and in Vero-Stuart
area, but bonito. dolphin and kings are getting
the biggest play now.

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

47

THROUGHOUT ENGLAND, VILLAGE CRICKET IS PLAYED ON WELL-KEPT FIELDS LIKE THIS AT POTTEN END, HERTFORDSHIRE. BOWLER

GALLICO ON

CRICKET co,,,;,

cd from page 15

the British never seem to ehange the
rules at all.

And yet, oddly there is both rhyme
and reason to it, arrived at probably
by sheer accident when the boys were
mucking about on the village green
centuries ago.

AN ABSORBING DUEL

The 22-yard cricket pitch, the dis-
tance between the point where the
bowler must release the ball and the

ball has hard, red leather cover. It is
smaller than a baseball, weighs only 5' £ oz.

stumps defended by the batsman,
makes for an absorbing duel between
the main disputants in the game, the
fellow who throws the ball and the man
with the stick. As in baseball, all kinds
of interesting and exciting things can
happen once the ball is released. A
number of them are dangerous to life
and limb, and there are as many ways
of getting a man out as there are in
baseball, not to mention the fact that
the hitter is called upon to produce
genuine miracles of coordination and
timing.

There is no time here to explain
cricket in detail, even if I could. Per-
haps, however, if I were to draw some
analogies between the problems facing
pitchers, batters and fielders in base-
ball and the bowlers and batters in
cricket you may get enough of a sniff
of this queer game to make you want
to go to Lord's (home grounds of the
Marylebone Cricket Club, the famous
MCC) of an afternoon the next time
you visit London and see it happen be-
fore your eyes.

We play nine men on a side, the Brit-
ish 11. Of these, one is an active bowl-
er, or pitcher, another the wicket keep-
er or catcher. The latter is the only
man to wear gloves besides the batter.
The remaining nine men, three or four
of whom will be bowlers, field in vary-
ing positions on the large, oval green,
some close up under the guns, others
at the boundaries, their equivalent of
our outfield.

The fielders are placed in their po-
sitions by the man who knows best
where he expects the batted ball to go,
namely, the bowler, the fellow who de-
livers it. You have seen baseball in-
fields and outfields shifted left or right,
in or out, to play certain hitters, but
the basic positions are never aban-
doned in baseball. The cricket bowler
sets his fielders where he thinks they
will do the most good, including be-
hind the batter, for the purpose of
catching what in our game would be
foul tips or slices off his bat. There
are no foul balls in cricket.

At least four of these positions are
dangerous enough for the occupiers of
them to qualify as blood brothers of
the Kamikaze pilots. In baseball, the
nearest fielder to the batter’s box (ex-
cept, of course, for the catcher) is the
pitcher, whose follow-through may
bring him to within 55 feet of the bats-
man. Babe Ruth was always afraid he

would kill a pitcher if he really sent
a hot one through, skull-high.

Cricket fielders play in front of the
batter, often within 10 yards of him —
off to one side— outside the pitch, and
even closer behind him, wearing no
protection of any kind.

As in baseball, the main function of
the fielder, next to staying alive, is to
assist in getting the batter out and
keeping runs dawn. As in hasehall, the
cricket fielder can dismiss the batter
by catching any fly ball or liner off
his bat before it touches the ground.
Or, by a lively bit of pick-up and throw,
he can field a hot grounder and get
the ball back to the wicket keeper while
the running batter is still out of his
crease, or off base, as we would put
it. He has a choice of two bases or
wickets to throw to, since in this game
six balls are bowled to the batter pro-
tecting the wicket at one end of the
pitch and then six more to the man at
the other end. When a ball is hit by ei-
ther, both batters run. I know it sounds
wacky, but think, if you had never in
your life seen baseball, how screufy a

48

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

(FOURTH FROM RIGHT) HAS JUST HURLED FAST BALL TO BATSMAN (LEFT). WICKET KEEPER HAS BACKED CLEAR OUT OF PICTURE

walk followed by a single followed by
a double play would look.

Further, by blocking hits with his
feet, hands or skull the fielder can
keep the batter from running even
though he has hit the ball, and by
scuttling like a frightened rabbit after
full sweeps (solid hits' he can some-
times prevent the ball from going over
the boundary of the field for an auto-
matic four runs.

As in baseball, however, the main
duel is between the thrower and the
hitter. The bowler, incidentally, must
hurl the ball with a full over-arm mo-
tion without bending his elbow. He
may not throw it, snap it or jerk it as is
permitted our pitchers. It takes some
doing. I tried that once and thought
my arm had left my shoulder with the
ball.

THREE WAYS TO AN OUT

However, whereas our pitcher has
but one direct means of disposing of
the batter, via the strike-out, the bowl-
er can dismiss his man in one of three
ways. The first is if he bowls him clean-
ly, that is to say, hits the stumps with
the ball and knocks off the bails, two
little pieces of wood balanced atop the
three sticks that form the wicket. The
second is if he can lure the batter to
block the ball from the stumps with
his pads instead of the bat, when he
is called out. Leg Before Wicket, a de-
scriptive enough term; and the third is
if he coaxes the batter forward out of
his crease or batter’s box, the ball is
missed and the wicket keeper catches
it and whips the bails off the stumps
before the batter can get back.

But this is not the end of the diffi-
culties that beset the batsman. He is
likewise called out if he breaks his wick-
et with his own bat, or any part of his
clothes or deflects the ball into it; he
is a gone goose if he hits at a ball twice

in an attempt to clear it from his wick-
et, or touches it with his hands, or is
ruled in any way to have obstructed
the field.

This would seem to make the bats-
man's life a considerable nightmare

wicket is three sticks with "bails" on
top. Batter is out when bails are dislodged.

with hazards besetting him on all sides.
However, having apparently stacked
the cards hopelessly against him, the
cricket rule-makers give him leave to
hit the ball to any part of the field he
pleases, including behind him or to the
sides. There is no foul territory, and
misses do not count against him if the
wicket remains untouched. Having con-
nected, he doesn’t have to run if he
doesn’t consider it safe to do so; and
if he wants to bring the bowler to an
early senility he can stand there all
day merely blocking the ball from the
stumps with the end of the bat. This
might draw some “barracking,” the
British equivalent of the Bird, but it
is his privilege to stay in there and
spoil good balls and the temper of the
bowlers.

In fact the batter does not need to
hit the ball at all to make a run. If it
glances off his pads, his shins or his
noggin and escapes the fielders he may
take as many as he can get. Again, he
may run if the wicket keeper lets the
pitch get away from him, just as our

batter may run if the catcher drops the
third strike.

He may hit the ball on the fly if the
bowler is sucker enough to give him
one, even running up the pitch to con-
nect with it. He may take it on the half
volley as it comes up off the pitch, the
aim of the bowler being to bounce the
ball at the batter's feet. Or he may
turn with a leg glance and let a fast ball
glance off the meat of his flattish bat,
which, with the initial speed of the
throw, will often take it to the bound-
ary for a Four. And if he really puts the
willow to it and catches one squarely
so that it goes over any boundary on
the fly, he automatically chalks up six
runs and has "knocked one for six,” a
favorite British expression which has
crept into the language just as home
run has become a part of ours. It doesn’t
happen very often.

Outside of the fact that both games
are played with a ball and bat and
“runs” are scored during innings, there
is, of course, not the faintest resem-
blance between cricket and baseball.
But there is an important difference
even in the batting which in my opin-
ion makes the hitting stars, like Brad-
man and Hutton, easily the equivalent
of the Babe Ruths and DiMaggios in
eye and batting judgment. This is the
fact that in cricket, the bowler bowls
the ball into the turf at the feet of the
batsman or just before him, whence it
rises or bounces at him, frequently at
an unpredictable angle. The ball shoots
down from the batter’s eye-level, or
rather he loses its interrupted line of
flight, when it smacks into the pitch.
He must then wholly reassess it in the
tiny fraction of a second when it shoots
up or bounces toward him or his wick-
et, and in this splinter of time make up
his mind whether he will risk a full
stroke, let it go, sweep it, glance it off
continued on page 51

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

49

THE PLAYING FIELD OF CRICKET

two batsmen face each other in cricket at opposite ends for instance, can move right in between Cover-point and Square

of 22-yard pitch. At start, fielders take basic positions shown Leg, a place of danger aptly known as Silly Mid-on. When a

above, both in front and behind hitter. As play begins, bowler hit is made, batters may run back and forth along the Pitch unt.il

may shift fielders according to known habits of batter. Mid-on ball is returned. Each time they exchange bases a run is scored.

BOWLER'S objective is to hit wicket. Batsman defends
wicket wit h bat, runs only when he feels he can score. Then he and
partner exchange wickets, each exchange counting as one run.

this pop fly may be caught by Silly Mid-on or howler him-
self, though Gully ibeyond batsman) may try for it. If caught
the batsman is out, as in baseball, and next batter comes up.

• *

BATSMAN'S mit goes between Gully (left) and Slip. If fielder
can peg ball into wicket before batsman's partner reaches
"crease" (batter's box) from other end of pitch the runner is out.

a "strike out” is scored in cricket when the batsman
misses ball and it sends bails on the wicket flying. Ten members
of the team must be put out before the teams change sides.

GALLICO continued from page 1,9

or wait until it has whizzed past him
and then— late— cut it through the
slips, as those heroes are called who,
with no protection, stand directly be-
hind him on either side of the wicket.

Your Briton will start his backswing
with the drop of the howler’s arm so as
to be in motion, but he has much less
time to decide what to do with it and
how and where he will place his bat.
Those bowlers can throw a smoke ball,
a pitch with really blinding speed, since
they are permitted a run of anything
from 10 to 30 yards to aid in giving it
impetus before letting it go. But added
to this, they put spin on the ball just
as do American pitchers.

The purpose of this spin, however, is
not primarily to affect the flight of the
ball in the air, but something much
more deadly to the batter— namely, to
bring it up from the pitch at an un-
expected angle. The stuff on the ball
can make it shoot to the right or left,
or dart low and venomously like a
snake for the stumps, or rise up sud-
denly in an unnatural high bounce and
brain the batter if he doesn’t get his
head out of the way.

The problem of the batter is now
increased fourfold, for not only must
he hit the ball within the brief space of
its rise, but on a slanting rise that is
sometimes impossible to prejudge. If
you figure the ball for one plane and it
swerves into another you’ve missed it.
And if it swerves into your stumps, and
knocks the bails off, you’ve had it.

Thus the fellow who can put up a
Century (a hundred runs or more) is
considerable of an athlete and the ten-
sions that mount within him must be
terrific, with almost unbearable con-
centration required. He cannot relax
for a second. This, in its way, is as
thrilling to watch as an American bat-
ter coming up to hit in a clutch.

Also at the end of each six balls de-
livered, or Over, the captain changes
the bowler, making the batters look
at slow or spin stuff after a diet of
fireballs, or vice versa.

Deponent somehow escaped being
“bowled for a duck” (put out without
scoring) and got eight runs off fast
bowling in sheer self-defense to keep
from being killed. They consisted of a
three, swept to square leg, meaning
pulled around to my left, a two and
three singles, all put up in a desperate
attempt to protect my person. The ball
hit for three, in particular, was one that
threatened to unman me, and in blind
terror at. this prospect I swatted it
away to an unexpected corner of the

field, with a stroke up to that time not
yet encountered in British cricket. 1 re-
fused to give it a name or explain it
when I was so informed afterwards and
asked how it was accomplished.

I believe I survived two Overs
through sheer luck and terror. They
then brought on Mr. Ian Peebles, the
spin bowler, a smoothie whom I knew
personally, he having chaperoned me
at the first cricket match I ever saw at
Lord's when the Australians were there
one year. A big lanky chap, he tossed
one up to me that looked like money-
for-jam, a softie that curved gently
through the air and bounced apparent-
ly harmlessly in front of me. I took a
gorblimey swipe at it, intending to be-
come the first American ever to knock
brother Peebles for six. The ball of
course was dripping with stuff and I
tipped it straight up in the air. When
it came down a reception committee of
five was waiting for it and Gallico’s
cricket career was at an end.

My adventures in the field confirmed
my respect for the cricketer as an ath-
lete and a sportsman. Our side took the
field first in the morning and the team
captain motioned me to this position
called Silly Mid-on, indicating I was to
crouch about 20 feet or so from the
batter and field anything that came
my way.

Goodness knows who he thought I
was, athletically speaking, but by then
it was too late to remind him that I was
a creaking and aging gent whose re-
flexes were no longer what they never
had been, that I was wearing bifocal
glasses and that the lack of a fielder’s
mitt and a suit of armor was adding to
my unhappiness. My hope was that if
anything really fast came through there
I would be able to duck — but not too
obviously.

A BLESSED RELIEF

When the bowling changed after each
Over and the batter at the other end
was up, my position shifted to Long
On, which is well out in the field. This
came as a blessed relief from the imme-
diate risk of decapitation but in the
end worked more damage, as I was
called upon to chase hits to the bound-
ary and get the ball back to the wick-
et keeper. I hadn’t really run for years.
Three chases, and I pulled a tendon. I
had already ruptured a muscle at Silly
Mid-on, making a quick start trying to
reach a short pop-up. During the inter-
val for lunch, these injuries stiffened
up beautifully.

Well, it was only a one-day match
and a jolly good morning’s and after-
noon’s sport, but when I tell you that

it was three months before I was again
able to walk normally, it will give you
an idea. Don’t sell cricket short as a
game for will-o’-the-wisps. If you’ve
never played the game, be tolerant of
those who do. When it was all over, I
counted one pulled tendon, one rup-
tured muscle, three assorted bruises in
various tender parts of the anatomy—
and I had a firm resolution never to go
near the game again.

Most Americans find cricket a crash-
ing yawn and it will probably surprise
them and hurt their feelings to learn
that cricketers reciprocate and feel the
same way about baseball.

Here, for instance, is a lovely para-
graph I came across in a book on crick-
et by Major John Board, a chap who
has devoted most of his life to the game
and who says, in writing of the neces-
sity for constant throwing and fielding
practice on the part of would-be crick-
eters: "Baseball players in America are
constantly practising their throwing
until they have made it a real art in
direction, distance and speed. Indeed,
that is the only part of that singularly
dull and dreary pastime that has ever
aroused my enthusiasm.”

And so we note that chauvinism in
sports is not exclusively an American
trait, for, how any man who has ever
played or became proficient at a ball-
and-stick game could fail to be aware
of the exquisite balance between speed
of men and speed of thrown and batted
ball and the mounting tensions and ex-
citement of baseball, is beyond me.

As for cricket’s interval for tea, I am
afraid the American influence is about
to take the joke out of that. Our Brit-
ish cousin, retiring beneath the grand-
stand, is as likely now to ask for a
sausage roll and a Coke as he is to de-
mand his Oolong. And brother, that
AIN’T cricket! CJwg)

BEERY MID-ON at village pub i.s happy
final position for most cricket matches.

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by BILL MAULDIN

"/ had 200 fret of nlliliiilr at the aid of the runway, and all of a
nuddrn the cockpit was fall of xmokc It had to hi- the drink."

A while back in these pages I wrote
glowingly of my new Ercoupe. I
extolled it in print as being an extraor-
dinarily safe airplane for amateurs to
fly. Actually, I didn’t know the half of
it. That little job has qualities of cau-
tious dependability which set it apart
not only from ordinary aircraft, but
probably even from other Ercoupes. In
short, my plane has a brain.

As a kid I used to ride bareback on
an old plow mare named Duchess. I
didn’t even put. a bridle on her. You
steered her by leaning, just as the Er-
coupe flies without rudder controls.
Duchess would take me anywhere — if
she was satisfied that conditions were
right. She wouldn’t enter gullies when
cloudbursts threatened; she could de-
tect rotten planks in bridges; when
dark began to descend upon the New
Mexico mountains while I had her out
on expeditions, the ancient mare head-
ed for home whether I liked it or not.

Like Duchess, my Ercoupe is a faith-
ful old danker as far as motive power
is concerned. It never fails to run, but
it can do the most terrifying things—
and always with a purpose. Of course,
I didn’t believe it the first time.

Shortly after buying the ship, I of-
fered to fly a neighbor to Cape Cod,
Mass., where he wanted to join his

vacationing wife. The day was bright
and warm and we flew with the canopy
open, sport-car style, the engine bang-
ing and grinding in perfect rhythm
all the way. I dropped my passenger,
called the weather bureau, gassed up,
checked the oil — and half way home
the engine suddenly changed its tune.
It didn’t falter, exactly, but it got
alarmingly rough, and when that en-
gine is rough, it means your sunglasses
bounce on your nose. It wasn’t carbu-
retor ice, it wasn’t the fuel mixture and
it ran as badly on one magneto as the
other. I landed at Newport, R.I.

A FOG ROLLED IN

A couple of obliging mechanics
dropped everything to help a transient
who was obviously in a hurry, but
could find nothing the matter. After
about an hour of concentrated labor,
the Ercoupe ran fine, and I actually
got into the cockpit and started to taxi
out for a take-off before I noticed that
you could no longer see the end of the
runway. A great, billowing fog had
rolled quietly in from Long Island
Sound, defying the forecasters, and
had blanketed the entire route home.

I took a bus to Providence, thence
home by slow train, arriving in the
small hours.

52

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I spent the next day catching up on
my work and reflecting bitterly on the
air age which had saved my friend
eight hours and cost me 18, and then,
as I began figuring ways and means of
getting back to Rhode Island to pick
up my ship, Hurricane Hazel struck.
She blew the tail right off the plane
tied down next to the vacant spot on
my home field where the Ercoupe usu-
ally sits. Newport wasn’t touched by
this particular storm.

The little Ercoupe clattered along
fine for a week or so, and then I had a
high-frequency radio installed — an ex-
travagance I’d planned when I bought,
the plane. Finding that this new equip-
ment drove the magnetic compass cra-
zy, I flew to Bridgeport, Conn., where
they have a thing called a “compass
rose,” with a turntable designed for
shifting planes in all directions while
the deviation is corrected. Departing
from Bridgeport after a couple of hours,
I had 200 feet of altitude at the end of
the runway and all of a sudden the
cockpit was full of smoke.

Fire in the air is almost unheard of
in light planes these days, but just the
same I suspect that most pilots have as
deep a subconscious horror of it as I do.
Wishing I had three hands, I grabbed
for ignition, gas valve and master
switch. There’s nothing beyond the
end of that runway but deep, cold, gray
salt water, and I was seized with a
panicky urge to tip around and head
back for the field. This has sometimes
been tried with a dead engine from 200
feet, but it’s never been tried twice by
the same guy, according to the statis-
tics. I read lots of statistics. It had to
be the drink.

All this mental struggling went on
in a remarkably short time— I hadn’t
even cut any switches yet — and even
as I began turning the gas valve the
smoke stopped as quickly as it had
started. Gee, I thought, maybe it’s
only smoldering now; I’ll keep power
on long enough for a 180° turn. I hadn’t
turned off the master switch, either,
and was still tuned to the tower, so I
quavered into the mike:

“Thizziztha Ercoupe that just left
gotta smoking engine can I come back
please gulp.”

“Cleared to land, any runway,” the
man in the tower barked right back.
“I’ll call out the equipment,” he add-
ed enthusiastically.

One fire truck did come out and run
along abreast of me during the end of
the landing roll. When I switched
everything off, dove out of the plane
and yanked open the cowl, a bevy of
firemen stood ready to squirt and foam.

Nothing. Not a wisp of smoke, nothing
unduly hot, not even a smell.

I called the home field and an Old
Pilot flew up to get me. He couldn’t
find anything wrong with the Ercoupe
either, but agreed it would be wise to
leave it, pending a further look-see.

( In this case, it turned out that a big
blob of solder had been spilled on the
exhaust manifold during some ignition
work and had heated to the smoking
point during my take-off. But that's
not the point I’m getting at.)

“Shame to put you out like this,” I
said as we flew back in the Old Pilot’s
plane, “but at least I picked a nice day
for it. Beautiful flying weather.”

"You kiddin’?” he said. “Wait'll we
get near home. Wind shifted all of
a sudden and there’s the damndest
greasy black smog you ever saw coming
in from Jersey and laying over the
field.” When I saw the smog I knew /
sure wouldn’t have made it back, and
finally I realized the truth about my
airplane. If it hadn't been the solder
it would’ve been something else. That
intelligent, conservative, weather-wise
old Ercoupe, when seeking a safe night’s
berth, will always pick a comfortable
spot like Newport or Bridgeport and
squat there, and the devil with the
pilot, who’d most likely end up set-
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of stress.

I’d been thinking of naming the ma-
chine “Bottlefly" or some such frivo-
lous thing. I guess it’ll have to be
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BASKETBALL

A MATTER OF SIZE

Life is a problem when .you’re as tall as Wade Halbrook

by GERALD ASTOR

"SPLENDID SPIRE" leaps
for a high one. Despite his s'ze,
he is quick and limber on court.

S OMEWHERE in his relatively short life
22-year-old Wade Halbrook of Oregon
State College picked up the nickname
"Swede.” The sobriquet befits him ill— his
ancestry is German and Dutch— but still
it figures that Wade would be tagged with
a misnomer. For Halbrook, a resident of
Portland, is an individual doomed always
to stick out of the crowd like a Douglas fir
in a forest of lesser evergreens.

Part of Swede’s trouble is that he is 7 feet
3 inches tall. Naturally he tends to protrude
among people. Outside of placing electric
light bulbs in ceiling fixtures without bene-
fit of a ladder about the only thing 7 feet
3 inches of body is good for is playing bas-
ketball. Dr. Naismith did not have Swede
in mind when he invented the game, but
basketball as much as anything has saved
Swede from becoming a misfit.

CATASTROPHE IN INCHES

As a youngster, the gaunt boy, whose
shirt sleeves ended somewhere on his fore-
arfns and whose trousers never quite got to
his ankles, figured to be the butt for the
natural cruelty of children. When he en-
tered Lincoln High School he was so un-
comfortable that he considered transfer-
ring to an all-boys’ school. Then he got his
first opportunity to turn jeers into cheers.
“He had nothing to tie him to the school
at the time,” says Coach Jimmy Partlow of
Lincoln. “Ultimately basketball gave him
the tie.”

Partlow recognized both the star materi-
al and the behavior problem in the moody
young giant. Besides teaching Wade how
to play basketball he spent a good deal of
his time trying to insulate Halbrook’s emo-
tions from the riding he took from the wild-
ly partisan high school crowds. Swede did
learn to play basketball, and he was pret-
ty good at it. He led Lincoln to the state
championship and established a new set of
Oregon schoolboy records. During the finals
of the 1952 state championship tourna-
ment the spectators, who had been riding
Swede throughout the tournament, stood
up when he left the game and gave him an
ear-shattering ovation that lasted for sev-
eral minutes. Genuinely touched. Swede re-
marked, "It gave me a sort of feeling that
maybe it was worth it all.”

Halbrook had found the academic going
at Lincoln fairly rugged. Still he became

the most sought-after high school graduate
in the Pacific Northwest— 75 colleges bid
for his services. But Amory T. (Slats) Gill,
Oregon State College basketball coach,
generally gets his pick of athletes within
the state, and he got Swede, although some
of the more vigorous basketball factories
made better offers to Swede than OSC.

When Swede arrived at the large OSC
campus he was slightly appalled at the size
of his new venture and even made vague
plans to decamp and enlist at another
school. He never quite decided, however,
and hung on at OSC. He broke in with
the OSC varsity in 1953 playing against In-
diana and its great center, 6-foot 10-inch
Don Schlundt. Swede scored a highly cred-
itable 44 points to Schlundt’s 53 in the two-
game series, and snared 17 rebounds to his
opponent’s 19. By the end of the season
he had scored 614 points, breaking the old
OSC mark by 121. Under Gill he became a
genuine star, hooking well with both hands,
using an effective jump shot and learning
to pace himself. Oregon sportswriters were
stimulated to dub Swede with dubious
titles like the “Splendid Spire” and “Tow-
er of Lincoln.”

But Swede could not shake his personal
problems. Recently a faculty member re-
marked, “None of us could ever recall hav-
ing seen Wade smile . . . whether it was on
the floor, on the campus, in the coffee shop
or downtown. Life seems to be a pretty
grim business with him.”

A student friend of Halbrook’s described
walking around the campus with Swede:
"Almost everyone he meets says hello, and
he doesn’t know one in a hundred. This up-
sets him and makes him feel conspicuous.”

Halbrook make a desperate attempt to
become just one of the boys. He tasted the
heady wine of nighttime roistering and be-
gan cutting classes. As a result he flunked
a number of credits during the 1954 spring
term and to make up for the deficiencies he
buckled down in the fall.

IN AGAIN, OUT AGAIN

The OSC team, strong with players like
Tony Vlastelica, Bill Toole and another 7-
footer, Phil Shadoin, played mediocre ball
this season. When Halbrook returned from
his scholastic labors after the first of the
year, the OSC squad reeled off four straight
victories and began looking like a strong
contender for national honors.

Then Halbrook took to his evening wan-
derings and classroom absences again. Slats
Gill, who has a reputation as a sort of Fa-
ther Flanagan when it comes to straighten-
ing out athletic and academic risks, sat
down for a two-and-one-half hour chat
with Wade. The Splendid Spire offered no
remorse, showed no sign of a desire to re-
form. Gill suspended him from the team.
“It’s not lair for the school and it's not

54

SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

MOTOR SPORTS

HOW’S YOUR RT?

A Greyhound bus test gives answer— and more

by JOHN BENTLEY

BENTLEY

fair for the fellows on the squad who
are doing the right thinking,” he said.
Then in an uncoachly burst of bitter-
ness, Gill fired a few rounds at the
ethics of college athletic programs. “It
isn’t fair for a school to hang onto a
boy— any boy— and give him nothing
in return but a chance to play basket-
ball. If he doesn’t get any more out of
college than that, he’s going to wind
up passing out towels in a locker room,
and probably not doing too good a job
of it. But Lord,” Gill ended, reverting
to his character as coach, “could we
use him!”

Immediately after news of Hal-
brook’s suspension broke, Buchan’s
Bakers, a Seattle firm, contacted
Swede and offered him an opportunity
to play basketball as an employe of
theirs. Swede was supposed to re-
ceive about $100 a week as a truck
driver. Buchan’s made plane reserva-
tions to Seattle for Swede but he never
showed up. Instead he met with Coach
Gill, confessed he had a "big shot atti-
tude” and was reinstated.

A TERRIFIC DEMONSTRATION

Gill, however, did not allow Hal-
brook to suit up for the next game
against the University of Oregon. The
following night, in a return game at
Corvallis, Gill had Halhrook ready on
the bench. When he rose on the side-
lines to limber up, the largest crowd
in the history of Gill Coliseum (11,500)
put on a terrific demonstration. Swede
played poorly but OSC won in over-
time 56-54.

Gill admirers regard his take-it-slow
attitude with the reinstated Halbrook
as proof that Slats intends to make
Halbrook face his responsibilities, even
if it hurts the team's record. Cynics
note that Halbrook was rusty after
his layoff and furthermore believe Gill
never really intended to let his star go.
Said one rival coach, "All I can say
is, he [Halbrook] went to a helluva lot
of classes between Friday night and
Saturday night.”

Currently Swede is back as the
starting center— OSC has just about
clinched its division title now— and is
attending classes regularly. Whether
he will find the job of squeezing himself
down to “normality” too much and
goof again is anybody’s guess and Slats
Gill’s nightmare. But as one OSC fac-
ulty member put it, “Halbrook’s bread
and butter is making use of the fact
he’s that tall. That’s his problem too.
The question simply is whether there
is something there in Halbrook. Ap-
parently Slats thinks so— an# he’s a
pretty good judge.” dwbl

Y ou’re a very good driver, of course;

practically every driver thinks he
is. But— how’s your Reaction Time?
Whether you run a family sedan as
transportation or a sports car for fun,
your RT is the biggest single factor
influencing highway accident statis-
tics. RT is the time lapse between
your awareness of a sudden emergen-
cy — a veering stray dog or an ex-
uberant tot in headlong flight across
a busy street— and your physical re-
sponse (braking, steering) to this sit-
uation. At 30 mph your car covers
44 feet per second; one-tenth of a sec-
ond variation in RT can mean the dif-
ference between a near thing and trag-
edy. Just one-tenth of a second!

Statistics show that Grand Prix race
drivers (such as Stirling Moss) have an
RT of .39 to .40 of a second. Sports car
drivers average half a second, trained
Greyhound bus drivers .75 second and
Joe Blow in his family car runs around
1.5 seconds. Mr. Blow is thus twice as
slow as the bus driver and three times
slower than an experienced sports car
driver in reacting to an emergency.

A SALUTARY JOLT

Whether you drive a sports Jaguar
or a De Luxe Supermatic Eight, a sci-
entific check on your RT and general
aptitude might give you a salutary
jolt. It gave me one— and I have driv-
en in 100 sports car races during the
past eight years. I agreed to be put
through the wringer at the Greyhound
bus company’s training school in
Cleveland, Ohio. Other civilian organi-
zations (the AAA and certain insur-
ance firms) offer such test facilities,
but none is as thorough as Greyhound,
which can claim much of the credit
for buses showing the lowest fatal ac-
cident rate of any motorized convey-
ance in the U.S. — only .13 fatalities
for each 100,000,000 passenger miles
covered, compared with .16 in trains
and 2.9 in passenger autos or cabs.

The conditions governing the Grey-
hound Drivers’ School Test were de-
fined beforehand by Safety Director
Roy Alexander and Safety Instructor
Roy H arpster. N o fakes or favors ; noth-

ing glossed over for the sake of a story.

In the Greyhound schoolroom on
Carnegie Street, 20 desk-chairs faced
a sectioned diesel engine (959£ of Grey-
hound buses are now powered by su-
percharged diesels), a blackboard and
an easel with a sheaf of technical
charts. Around the walls were exhibits
acquainting drivers with the mecha-
nism of the buses: brake layout, super-
charger, ignition unit, heat control
system, clutch assembly, variable pitch
cooling fan. There were also various
bent and broken items reminding that
neglect and abuse cost money.

The tests began with Reaction
Time. For this a contraption is used
which consists of two parallel bob-
weights suspended on strings and held
at an angle by cotter pins. The in-
structor’s bobweight is connected to a
lever on which is mounted a bull’s-eye
card. You watch the card — not the in-
structor. When he releases the cotter
pin by pushing on a key, the card
moves as the bobweight swings free.
The instant the card moves, you re-
lease your own cotter pin. The time
taken for the two bobweights to swing
in unison is the factor used in calcu-
lating your RT. You get seven tries
and nine swings of your bobweight
will pass you. My average score was
four swings. That was reassuring.

Next comes the peripheral vision
machine, to determine the efficiency of
your side vision. This is a semicircular
box with a nose pad at eye level. Two
levers at the sides are swung horizon-
tally toward the center by the in-
structor. The moment you see him
moving either, or both, you holler, giv-
ing details. Result of two tries: left
eye, 108 and 107°; right eye, 105 and
103°. Total score, 423. Passing figure,
390. That made me feel fine.

Now for the depth perception ma-
chine— a lighted box with an oblong
front opening through which you can
see two vertical pegs, free to slide in
parallel grooves scaled in millimeters
and controlled by strings. You sit 20
feet away with a string in each hand.
Then the instructor moves the pegs
continued on next page

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

55

MOTOR SPORTS continued from page 55

COLUMN OF THE WEEK

tD)c Hartford (lourant

Columnist Bill Lee pays sincere tribute to I)inny
McMahon of Connecticut, an honest boxing man

back and forth a few times to confuse
you. It’s your job to bring the two pegs
in line. This is a tough one, with decep-
tive lights and shadows. It flunks 27%
of applicants. Four tries are permitted
and an average error of 20 millimeters
is the passing mark. My best effort was
a five-millimeter error and my average
19— which was okay.

Finally, I was put through the de-
finitive RT test in a real Greyhound
bus, 35 feet long, eight feet wide, weigh-
ing 14 tons and powered by a 180 hp,
rear-mounted, six-cylinder diesel. I had
never before driven any bus, let alone
such a mammoth. After a few miles on
Route 42, Instructor Harpster handed
over the wheel to me. “It’s all yours. If
you make out, you can take the de-
fensive driving brake test, but we
don’t usually let drivers do this until
they’ve had a month to get used to
handling the bus.”

A BANG AND A BLOB

After 10 miles of dodging road re-
pair squeezes and other traffic hazards,
Harpster nodded: “Okay. You’ll do.
Stop while I fix the brake detonator.”
He clamped a box containing two car-
tridges to the front of the bus. A long
string that came in through the driv-
er’s window was fixed to the firing pin
of one. “Now,” said the instructor,
“I’ll sit behind you and hold the string.
When I pull it you’ll hear a bang. That
bang will drop a blob of yellow paint
on the road. The instant you hear it,
tromp hard on the brake. You’ll hear
another bang as the second cartridge
goes off and drops another blob of
paint. The distance between the two
blobs converted into seconds at any
given speed will be your RT. I won’t
tell you when I’m going to yank the
string— so watch out!”

On my first try the two blobs were
45 feet 5 inches apart, traveling at 35
mph. The second time, at the same
speed, the gap was 43 feet, 2 inches,
giving an RT of .84 second. “We’ll hire
you,” grinned Harpster. “I could get
your RT down to between half and
three-quarters of a second and make a
bus driver out of you in four days.”

A sports car racer ought to be at
least that good— maybe better. On the
other hand, qualifying at Greyhound
is no small compliment. Achieving the
driving finesse of a Greyhound bus
operator may not be one of your ambi-
tions, but polishing up your RT is more
important than doing the chrome-
work. Why not try it some day soon?
It can save your life. (end)

D inny McMahon, the one boxing
commissioner in the U.S.A. for
whom two governors went to bat with-
in a period of two months, is now in
an almost impregnable position from
which he can be hurt only by friends.

A month or so before leaving office,
Governor Lodge called McMahon into
his office to keep a promise he had
made two years before to allow Dinny
to remain as chief inspector of the
State Athletic Commission for an addi-
tional two years beyond retirement
age.

This week Governor Ribicoff desig-
nated McMahon to be State Athletic
Commissioner for the next four years.

McMahon’s nomination pleased the
boxing people of Connecticut, the pro-
moters, matchmakers, boxers, man-
agers and handlers. No state in the
country has a more experienced or
better-informed commissioner. Dinny
has a deep understanding of the devi-
ous methods of the fight mob.

The first time I ever saw Dinny Mc-
Mahon was in the summer of 1921 at
a little outdoor boxing arena in Bridge-
port. He was working in the corner of
a chunky Jewish fighter named Kid
Kaplan of Meriden against a tough
body belter introduced as Lieutenant
Earl Baird of the Army. My seat in the
press row was close to Kaplan’s corner
and I heard everything McMahon, the
Irish trainer, said to Kaplan, the Jew-
ish fighter. I remember how I had been
struck by the obvious fondness of the
older man for the fighter he was han-
dling. It was almost as though Louie
Kaplan were Dinny McMahon’s son.

It’s been that way between Kaplan
and McMahon ever since. They won a
world championship together and the
relationship never wavered. They had
to cut in a New York manager in order
to make progress and they had to fight
underworld mobs before they won,
but they got there, won the champion-
ship and parted with it without doing
anything that reflected the slightest
discredit on either man or the business
they were in.

Everyone by this time has heard the
story of how Kaplan, after a brief ten-

ure, no longer could make 126 pounds.
McMahon was propositioned to “sell”
the title to a certain featherweight.
There would be $50,000 in it for Louie
and Dinny, and remember that 50
grand at that time of a far lesser tax
bite must have been something like
$100,000 would be today. McMahon
and Kaplan turned the bribe down,
marched to the New York Boxing
Commission and laid the featherweight
championship of the world on the table.

“You made it possible for us to win
this title and now we can’t make the
weight any more, so we’re turning it
back to you,” McMahon told the com-
mission.

The payoff has been a long time
coming but it’s so fine and clean and
wonderful that McMahon’s picture
should be hung in every boxing office in
the country. Dinny hasn’t minded
waiting. Ce~n p?

HORSES

DOWN SOUTH

There’s news from New Orleans

by ALBION HUGHES

New Orleans

T he old Fair Grounds here, which
has survived carpetbaggers, four
wars, reformers and several changes in
ownership since its start in 1872, is
having a bang-up season. One of the
three oldest tracks in the country, it
was, at the turn of the century, the
very heart of winter racing. And it
still is for thousands of people in the
South and Middle West.

Of course, compared to Santa Anita
and Hialeah everything is in minia-
ture. Everything, that is, except the
track itself. Purses are smaller. There
is only one $50,000 stake race, the
New Orleans Cap. Attendance is smal-
ler, too— six to eight thousand is the
daily average. And the handle is far be-
low the other winter tracks. Neverthe-

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TENNIS

LIVELY JUNIORS

In the Davis Cup aftermath, they did fine

by WILLIAM F. TALBERT

less, for a huge segment of the public,
winter racing still means New Orleans,
just as it has since 1837 when the old
Eclipse Course opened right above
the city with the world’s first scien-
tifically blended dirt track.

The biggest attraction at the Fair
Grounds this season is 18-year-old Ray
Broussard, the apprentice, who is the
leading rider in the country thus far in
1955. Broussard comes from Louisiana
Cajun country where he started riding
quarter horses at the small age of 11.
He’s tall for a jockey, with enormous
hands and feet, and keeping his weight
down is already a major problem. The
Cajun kid rides in a manner reminis-
cent of Conn McCreary, guaranteed
to give you heart failure if you’ve bet
on him, for he moves slowly and comes
from far back off the pace to end in a
powerful stretch rush. He’s had 51 win-
ners since the first of the year, but was
set down for 10 days for rough riding
last week, which may hurt his chances.

The best three-year-old on the
grounds— and one which is pointed for
the Louisiana Derby— is Roman Pa-
trol, Pin Oaks Farm’s very fast colt
which won four out of five starts last
year, including the Remsen at Jamaica.
The bay colt has filled out, grown taller
and looks good to me. Trainer “Slim”
Pierce, foreman for Jim Fitzsimmons
for 18 years, told me he is moving
slowly with him, but he is about ready
now. Also on the grounds is Simmy,
which ran second to Summer Tan in
the Garden State. He got nothing the
day I saw him run there and looked as
if he were at the end of a hard cam-
paign rather than making his first start
of the winter season.

CHIP OFF OLD WHIRLAWAY

But by far the most interesting horse
around is the Calumet-bred Spur On,
the seven -year-old son of Whirlaway
from Still Blue, a daughter of Blue
Larkspur. Owned by Marvin E. Af-
feld, the oil man, and trained by Mitch-
ell Silagy, Spur On is as goofy as his
papa, mighty Whirlaway, which was as
erratic an animal as you’d find working
for a living. Spur On won’t even breeze
while other horses are on the track.
This means they have to wake him up
and get him out by 5:30 a.m. or even
before. He’s so finicky that he’s been
known to go on a two-day hunger
strike if even his groom watches him
while he eats. But last year he won the
Michigan Mile, beating Social Outcast
and, barring some unexpected Brook-
meade or Hasty House Farm’s tourist
from Florida, he’s my pick for the
New Orleans Cap. (end)

T he first of the year’s major tennis
championships, the Australian na-
tional, has gone into the books and
Americans can find both concern and
comfort in the results.

The concern stems from the failure
of Vic Seixas and Tony Trabert to reas-
sert the mastery over the Australians
which they exhibited in the Davis Cup
Challenge Round a month before. The
comfort comes from the splendid show-
ing of our two teen-agers, Jerry Moss
and Mike Green, who showed up Aus-
tralia’s highly touted juniors in their
own backyard.

After we had won back the Davis
Cup from the Australians at Sydney in
December, the general reaction was:
“Okay, so you’ve won the cup. Now
what are you going to do to keep it?”

Moss and Green provided the answer
to this one when they battled their
way to an all-American final in the
junior singles championship at Ade-
laide, Moss finally winning in a hard
match, and then teamed to take the
doubles for a clean sweep.

Thus we have begun to reap swift
dividends from the Jack Kramer jun-
ior development program. Moss and
Green are both “Kramer Kids,” 18 and
17 years old, respectively. They both

played well throughout their three
months’ stay in Australia, showed re-
markable improvement and then came
through in the final big test.

Obviously they aren’t going to step
in this year, or even next year, to
help defend the cup, but they have
shown their mettle and should be on
their way.

Young Green beat Australia’s No. 2
junior, Roy Emerson, at Melbourne
and again at Adelaide. He also whipped
England’s highly rated John Barrett
and took the measure of Australian
Davis Cupper Rex Hartwig in an ex-
hibition at Perth. Moss had a decision
over Emerson too, but his advance to
the Australian junior singles final was
helped by a forfeit from Ashley Cooper,
the Aussies’ top junior, who sprained a
ligament in his leg. In the junior finals,
however, Moss beat Green 10-8, 6-2,
to help balance the hooks. Green had
taken him twice previously to win the
No. 4 spot on the U.S. Davis Cup team.

Both boys have promise. Green has
sound strokes and plenty of power for
his age, but he must learn to move
around faster. Moss, not much big-
ger than the handle of a man’s rac-
quet, must put on weight and must
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strengthen his service before he can be
a strong international factor. He has
a weak service but he should be able to
learn from Australia’s little Ken Rose-
wall, who makes up for his lack of an
explosive service with depth and smart
placement.

Rosewall, incidentally, established
himself as the player to be reckoned
with for the year’s individual honors
on the strength of his masterful sweep
to the Australian men’s championship.
Can he win at Wimbledon and Forest
Hills? That remains to be seen. But on
his most recent showing — his straight-
set victories over Trabert and Lewis
Hoad in the Australian semifinals and
finals— he looks like the "strong man”
bet of the year.

A YEAR OF MUSICAL CHAIRS?

If there was one way I could describe
the 1954 season it would he that its
only consistency was in inconsistency.
There was no one dominant figure, no
player able to win more than one single
major championship. The year 1955
may be the same. Rosewall, Hoad,
Seixas and Trabert might well spend it
playing a tennis version of musical
chairs or “Who's got the button?”
This could go down as the era of ten-
nis mediocrity.

N ow t he Aust ralian campaign is over.
Before closing the chapters on it I
would like to put in a few words about
my erstwhile opponent, Harry Hop-
man, the Australian captain.

As soon as we had won the Davis
Cup, the so-called "Hopman Hunt”
began. There were many after the
sandy-haired captain’s scalp. I think
he was pilloried undeservedly for Aus-
tralia’s Davis Cup defeat. Personally,
I think he should be returned as cap-
tain, if he wants the job.

Hopman hung up a very fine record.
He helped win back the trophy from
the United States in 1939 and 1950 and
he helped defend it successfully three
years before finally suffering a defeat.
He is ideally suited for the job. Tennis
is his life and, as a writer, he is in a
position to act as captain and team
manager without interference with his
work. Besides, Australia has not de-
veloped anybody else with Hopman’s
background and availability to fill
the vacancy.

When Australia challenges for the
cup this year I think we can expect to
see “The Fox” — as they call him — on
the sidelines again, and whoever is cap-
tain of our side will find it won’t be
easy to “outfox the fox.” GOOD

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SCOREBOARD

A ROUNDUP OF THE WEEK'S NEWS

RECORD BREAKERS

• Gunnar Nielsen. long-striding Danish pressman, unleashed
terrific last lap kick, swept past Wes Santee and Fred Dwyer,
cracked Santee’s week-old world indoor mile record by 2 10
seconds with 4:03.6 clocking in Millrose Games’ Wanamaker
Mile in New York. • Santee was timed in 3:48.3 for 1.500
meters in same race, snapped Glenn Cunningham’s 1 7-year-
old world mark of 3:48.4. • Don McDermott of Englewood
Cliffs, N.J. flashed 500 meters in 0:42.8: Chuck Burke, Chi-
cago steamfitter, sped 10,000 meters in 18:41.3 for new U.S.

records, won places on U.S. Olympic speed skating team in
trials at St. Paul, Minn. # Dick Fadgen of North Carolina
State covered distance in 2:26.5, established new U.S. mark
for 200-yard breaststroke, joined State’s 400-vard medley
relay team in 3:56.3 record-hreaking race at Raleigh, N.C.
• Iowa State’s Jim Ballcau, Pete Janss, Sandy Stewart, Jim
McKevilt swam 400-vard freestyle relay in 3:24.7, set new
U.S. and national collegiate standards for 20-yard course
at Ames, Iowa. Old records: 3:26.4 (U.S. ; 3:26.9 (college).

BASKETBALL

Georgia Tech pulled another major upset,
beat Kentucky 65 59 for second time in
month, dropped losers to No. 2 in AP poll.
Tech’s iron men outfought bigger Wildcats
off boards, led all way. Little Joe Helms
(24 points' and Bobby Kimmel starred
for Engineers, whose Coach John (Whack)
Hyder exulted: “It’s the greatest thing
since Jan. 8." Kentucky bounced back to
blast Florida 87 63, Mississippi 84 66; tired
Tech bowed to Alabama 76 72.

San Francisco applied second-half pres-
sure, whipped Loyola of Los Angeles 65 55,
used reserves freely to trounce St. Mary's
69 48, jumped to No. 1 in nation.

Utah posted three easy wins, trimmed
Los Angeles State 77 38, 81 49, Montana
State 87 60, reiainiui No. 5 ranking.

Oregon Stale maintained unbeaten rec-
ord in Northern Division of Pacific Coast
Conference, edged Idaho 59 52, 69 63.

UCLA rolled over California 83 64,
84-63, set stage for important Southern
Division series with Stanford this weekend.

La Salle took pair from Georgetown
85 58, 74 46. Tom Gola scored 34 points
(12 for 17 from field) in first game: Frank
Blalcher tallied 20 in second.

Duquesne. on move again, turned back
Niagara 65-48, Westminster 70 56, Bowl-
ing Green 64 54. Si Green got 58 points in
three games, had help from Dick Ricketts.

North Carolina State came from behind
in last six minutes, edged Virginia 98-91,
then thrashed Clemson 119 85.

George Washington polished off Duke
92-73, overcame high-scoring Furman
76-71. Corky Devlin and Joe Petcavich
were Colonial stars.

Marquette rallied in second half, won
over Drake 64 60, stretched winning streak
to 16, longest in country.

Iowa defeated Purdue 76 67, moved into
tie with idle Minnesota for Big Ten lead.

TCU battered Texas A&M 92-62, set
four foul-shooting records, beat Baylor
77 75 on Dick Neal’s basket, strengthened
hold on first place in Southwest Conference.

Syracuse Nationals beat N.Y. Knicker-
bockers 77 75 after three straight losses,
grabbed full game lead over Boston Celtics,
who bowed to last-place Philadelphia War-
riors 113 109 in Eastern Division of NBA.

Ft. Wayne Pistons lost to Knicks, Roch-
ester Royals, roared back to take three in
row from Syracuse, Philadelphia, Roches-
ter, remained five games in front of Min-
neapolis Lakers in Western Division.

TRACK AND FIELD

Gunnar Nielsen’s record-smashing 4:03.6
victory in Wanamaker Mile highlighted
Millrose Games in New York, set pace for

other outstanding performances. Norway’s
front-running Audun Boysen ran away
from Villanova’s Ron Pelan.v in half-mile,
set meet record of 1:51: Mai Whitfield
held off Lou Jones, won by inches in 600-
yard run in 1:10.8; Rod Richard upset Art
Bragg in 60-yard sprint in 0:06.2; veteran
Harrison Dillard won 60-yard high hurdles,
equaled own meet record of 0:07.2; Horace
Ashenfelter outran rivals in 9:04 two-mile;
the Rev. Boh Richards maintained superi-
ority in pole vault with 15-foot, 2-inch leap;
Parry O'Brien put shot 56 feet, 7 inches;
Herman Wyatt. John Hall, Charles Hold-
ing. Laverne Smith of Armed Forces, Phil
Reavis of Villanova finished in five-way
high jump tie at 6 feet, 7 1 ■. inches.

Marjorie Larney of New York hurled dis-
cus 122 feet, 2 inches; Amelia Wershoven of
New York tossed javelin 138 feet, 10 inches,
established indoor records, loci qualifiers for
U.S. women’s team in Pan-American games
in National AAU senior meet at Chicago.

BOXING

Kid Gavilan, mambo-dancing ex-welter-
weight king, made little use of right hand,
relied upon left hooks and jabs, showed
brief flashes of former skill, won 10-round
split decision over hard-hitting but slow-
thinking Ernie Durando in New York.

Seraphin Ferrer, unbeaten young French
lightweight champion, shot right to chin,
floored former world titleholder Paddy De-
Marco, who got up from canvas at five, was
counted out while clutching ropes in fifth
round at Paris.

Keeny Teran. scrappy Los Angeles bat-
tler who overcame addiction to dope,
hurled assortment of punches at top speed,
stopped Johnny Ortega in 10th round of
12-rounder billed for “American flyweight
championship” at Hollywood, Calif.

Bobo Olson, scheduled to defend middle-
weight title against tough-guy Joey Giar-

BASKETBALL'S TOP TEN

(Verdiel of the A**oriate<l {‘rent writer*' poll )
Tram stunditiKRthis »wk with points fij.'ur.il
s-nlrs in parentheses i : ~ .

1— San Francisco (68) 1,107

2— Kentucky (19) 867

3— La Salle (3) 638

4 — Duquesne 614

5— Utah <3> 559

6 — George Washington (9> 398

7 — North Carolina State 389

8— UCLA (1) 330

9 — Marquette (6) 319

10— Illinois 198

Rl.-tCKIM.s-ui>: 11. Maryland 197:12. Min nesota
( 1 1 146; 13. Alabama lllj 137: 14. Missuur i 132:
15, Iowa 1 1 1 106.

dello in Chicago March 23, changed mind,
refused to meet challenger until latter is
cleared of assault charges pending in Phila-
delphia.

HORSE RACING

Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt’s Social Out-
cast, 13 20 favorite to win $69,200 McLen-
nan Handicap at Hialeah Park, Fla., got
fierce stretch battle from long-shot Artis-
mo, barely squeezed home in photo-finish
in prep for $100,000 Widcncr Handicap.

Blue Butterfly, Irish-bred mare, swept
into lead at turn, fought off Miz Clemen-
tine, captured $56,500 Santa Margarita
Handicap, won filly and mare champion-
ship of Santa Anita, Calif, meeting.

Boston Doge. Paul Andolino's unbeaten
colt, responded to urging of Jockey Eric
Guerin, came from behind with brilliant
burst of speed, charged to eighth straight
victory in seven-furlong $20,500 Bahamas
Stakes at Hialeah Park.

GOLF

Gene Littlcr, smooth-stroking young pro,
broke three-way deadlock on final round,
finished with 275, took Phoenix Open by
stroke over Johnny Palmer and Billy Max-
well. pocketed $2,400.

SAILING

Hoot Mon. little 39-foot yawl skippered
by Lockwood Pirie, finished fifth but took
second straight 184-mile Miami-to-Nassau
race on corrected time. Valiant, 52-year-
old yawl, started from scratch, was first to
cross finish line.

Carleton Mitchell's Finisterrc, second to
Hoot Mon in big event, braved high winds,
heavy seas, won 30-mile Nassau Cup race
two days later in 5:23 corrected time.

SKIING

Dartmouth piled up 579.8 points, captured
own winter carnival at Hanover, N.H. Slick
Chiharu (Chick) Igaya led Indians with
victories in slalom, Alpine combined.

Rudy Maki of Ishpeming, Mich, lpaped
270 ami 259 feet through swirling snow,
edged Chicago’s Art Tokle by 1.3 points,
won national jumping title at Leaven-
worth, Wash.

ICE SKATING

Johnny Werket. Gene Sandvig, Pat Mc-
Namara of Minneapolis, Ken Henry of
Chicago, Art Longsjo of Fitchburg, Mass.,
Bill C’arow of Madison, Wis. joined record-
breakers Don McDermott and Chuck
Burke on eight-man U.S. Olympic speed
skating team after trials at St. Paul. Mc-
Dermott and Henry were also named to
represent U.S. in world championships at
Moscow Feb. 19, 20.

continued on next page
59

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

scoreboard continued front page 59

FOOTBALL

Bob Voigts, sensitive to public criticism by
Northwestern’s scalp-hunting “N” Club,
resigned after eight years. Otto Graham,
Cleveland Browns star quarterback and
former Northwestern All-America who re-
cently announced retirement from pro foot-
ball, was rumored as possible successor, but
promptly eliminated self.

Gaynell (Gus) Tinsley was fired as head
coach by LSU for “best interests of univer-
sity athletic program"; T. P. (Red) Heard
resigned as athletic director, confirming
reported dissension at Baton Rouge, La.
school.

Sammy Baugh. longtime Washington Red-
skins passing star from Sweetwater, Texas,
signed five-year contract to coach Hardin-
Simmons.

CRICKET

England accumulated 438 runs, defeated
Australia by four runs, five wickets down,
retained traditional Ashes in fourth test
match at Adelaide.

FIELD TRIALS

Palamonium, Jimmy Hinton's brisk bird
dog, covered 40 miles over rough terrain,
flushed four stylish bevies, was named Na-
tional Field Trial Club's free-for-all cham-
pion at Canton, Miss.

HOCKEY

Maurice (Rocket) Richard slammed home
four goals, Montreal Canadiens crushed
N.Y. Rangers 7-3, moved five points ahead
of slipping Detroit Red Wings in National
Hockey League.

Boston Bruins scored over Chicago Black
Hawks, Detroit, tied Red Wings in two
games, gained ground on third-place To-
ronto Maple Leafs.

BOBSLEDDING

Monroe Flagg of Saranac Lake, N.Y. zipped
down Lake Placid’s Mount Van Hoeven-
berg run four times in 4:46.67, captured
National AAU four-man bobsled title.
Two-man crown went to Bud Washbond of
Keene Valley and Pat Martin of Massena,
who covered four heats in 5:04.06.

MILEPOSTS

HONORED- President Dwight D. Eisen-
hower, golfer, sportsman, onetime West
Point football and baseball player; named
for William D. Richardson Trophy as “hav-
ing made 1954’s outstanding contribution
to golf," by Golf Writers’ Association.

HONORED— Vic Seixas and Tony Trahert,
who won Davis Cup for U.S.; voted “per-
sons who have rendered distinguished serv-
ice to tennis in U.S. for 1954,” by Lawn
Tennis Writers’ Association of America.

honored John Franklin (Home Run)
Baker and Raymond William Schalk, ma-
jor league stars prior to 1930; elected to
Hall of Fame, by special committee,

DIED— Ernest A. (Prof) Blood, 82, college
and high school basketball coach for 54
yean 1897 1951 1; of cerebral hemorrhage,
at New Smyrna Beach, Fla. Blood’s Pas-
saic H.S. “wonder” teams won 159 consec-
utive games from 1919 to 1925.

RESULTS OF lOO LEADING COLLEGE BASKETBALL GAMES

EAST

Cincinnati 88— Seton Hall 78
Cincinnati 83- Siena 63
Columbia 79- Brown 51
Columbia 76— Harvard 71
Dwtuesne 70— W’minster

Duquesne 65 Niagara 48
Fordham 70— Conn. 65
La Salle 74— Georgetown 46
Manhattan 88 St John's
61

Mu'berg 91 Scranton 85
Niagara 77 Holy Cross 68
Penn 84 Cornefl 76
Penn St. 78 Lehigh 37
Penn St. 77 W. Virginia 68
Seton Hall 67 J Carroll 62
Syracuse 74 Holy Cross JO
Temple 83 SI. Joseph's 82
Villanova 79- Fordham 69
W Va. Tech. 127 Salem 81
Williams88 CoastGuard66

SOUTH A SOUTHWEST

Alabama 76 Ga. Tech 72
Arkansas 85 SMU 74
Auburn 78 Georgia 76

EASTERN DIVISION

Dayton 73— W. Kentucky 67
Dayton 49-Murray St. 45
Duke 91 N. Carolina 68
Duke 115 — W. Virginia 75
Florida 76 Alabama 74
Furman 86— S. Carolina 72
Furman 60— Virginia Tech
58

Geo. Wash. 92— Duke 73
Geo. Wash. 76— Furman 71
Ga. Tech 65 Kentucky 59
Kentucky 87— Florida 63
Kentucky 84 Mississippi
66

La Salle 85 Georgetown 58
Louisville 82- Ky Wes. 67
Maryland 67— Wm. & Mary
62

Mississippi 89- LSU 69
N. Car. St. 98— Virginia 91
N, Car. SI. 1 19— Clemson 85
Richmond 70— Va. Tech 65
Richmond 106 W Va, 67
Tennessee 102 -Florida 75
Texas 75— Arkansas 74
TCU 92 Texas ASM 62
TCU 77 Baylor 75
Tulane 69 Miss. St. 60
Tulane 81 LSU 57

Tulsa 72— Bradley 70
Vanderbilt 79— Auburn 74
VI. Forest 120— Clemson 65
W. Forest 101 Davidson 51
W. Forest 96— Virginia 90

WEST

Colorado 86— Iowa St. 70
Drake 93— Detroit 86
Duquesne 64— Bowl. Gr. 54
Illinois 104 N'western 89
Indiana 87— Butler 56
Iowa 76^ Purdue 67
KansasSt.71 0klahoma60
Manhattan 71— DePaul 70
Marquette 64- Drake 60
Michigan 92— L.A. Stale 39
Michigan St. 79 Purdue 72
Michigan SL 73— Neb. 62
Missouri 84— Iowa St. 67
Missouri 96— Oklahoma 61
N'western 96— Michigan 81
N. Dame 91— Loyola (Chi.)
83

Ohio St. 67— St. John's 61
Ohio St. 90— Indiana 87
Okie. ASM 67 St Louis 54
Okla. ASM 75— Detroit 69

FAR WEST

Arizona 88— Bradley 77
Colo. ASM 55- Wyoming 49
Montana 69— Denver 55
Oregon 64 Washington 63
Oregon St. 59- Idaho 52
Oregon St. 69— Idaho 63
St. Mary's 89- S. Ft St. 72
San Fran. 65— Loyola 55
San Fran. 69— St. Mary's 48
S. Clara 57- S. Jose St 45
S. Clara 71 — St. Mary's 51
Seattle 102— Portland 62
Seattle 98— Portland 83
Stanford 92— S. Cal. 78
Stanford 76-S. Cal. 60
UCLA 83 — California 64
UCLA 84— California 63
Utah 81— L.A. State 49
Utah 77— L.A, Slate 38
Utah 87— Montana St. 60
Utah St. 89 N. Mexico 63
Utah St. 65— Denver 64
Washington 54— Oregon 52
Wyoming 61 -Okla. City 56

PROFESSIONALS

NATIONAL BASKETBALL ASSOCIATION

WESTERN DIVISION

S"™

1. FI. Woyno

W-34 . L-18
Pet.: .654

New York Rochester Syracuse Phila.
84-91 74-84 1 04-85 96-88

92-75

Phila. Syracuse New York

107-122 114-88 107-115

109-113 PCI.: .» o

FL Wayne Minneap. Boston Syracuse 3. Rochester

91-84 81-96 115-107 75-77 W-23; 1-27

83-90

i Boston Rochester Ft. Wayne
122-107 109-101 88-96
113-109

W-28; L-22

Pet.: 460

4. Milwaukee

W -17. L-34
Pet. : .333

i polls New York Milwaukee

96-81
90-83 99-101

Milwau. FI. Wayne Phila. Syracuse
80-100 84-74 101-109 94-88

88-87 75-92

Rochester Minneap.

100-80 87-103

87-88 101-99

OTHER RESULTS FOR THE RECORD

AUTO RACING

HERB THOMAS. Sanlord. N.C., 100-m. Grand Natl, stock
car race, with 59,6 mph avg. speed, in 1954 Hudson,
W. Palm Beach, Fla.

BOXING

JOHNNY ARTHUR. 3-round TK0 over Eddie (Red) Cam-
eron. heavyweights. Edmonton.

Y0LANDE P0MPEY, 4-round KO over Bobby Dawson,
light heavyweights. Nottingham. England.

GENE FULLMER, 10-rouna decision over Mercel Assire,
middleweights, Brooklyn. N.Y.

PIERRE LANGLOIS, 5-round K0 over Fritz Wetzel, mid-
dleweights. Rouen, France.

ORLANDO ZULUETA and DANNY JO PEREZ. 10-round
draw, lightweights. New York.

PERCY BASSETT, 10-round split decision over Dave Gal-
lardo. lightweights. Los Angeles.

DOG SHOWS

TZIGANE AGGRI Of NASHEND (poodle), judged Eng-
land's top dog, Crults Show, London.

GOLF

WIFFI SMITH. Los Angeles. and J0YCEZISKE. Waterford,
Wis.. over Vonnie Colby and Mrs. Roslyn Switt Berger,
2 and 1. women's inti. 4-ball title, Hollywood. Fla.

W-32 : L-13; T-8
Pts. : 72

2. Datroit

W-29: L-16; T-9
Pts.: 67

3. Toronto

W-21, L-17; T-16
Pis.. 58

4. Box Ion

W-19: L-19; T-14
Pts.: 52

5. Now York
W-13; L-27; T-13
Pts.: 39

6. Chicago

W-9. L - 31 ; T-12
Pis.: 30

Toronto

3-2

Boston

1- 1. 4-8

2 - 2

Montreal

2- 3

Chicago

3- 2

Montreal

1- 3. 3-7

Boston

2- 3

New York
3-1, 7-3

Toronto

•2. 2-

HORSE RACING

JEAN'S JOE: $29,350 San Felipe Handicap, 1 1/16 m.. by
a neck, in 1:43. Santa Anita. Calif. Bill 8oland up.
PORTERHOUSE: $23,450 San Carlos Handicap. 7 t. by V,
length, in 1:22 2/5. Santa Anita. Caiil. Eddie Arcaro

ICE SKATING

SIGGE ERICSSON. Sweden, European speed skating
championship, with 205.960 pis., Falun, Sweden.

KEN BARTHOLOMEW, Minneapolis, sr. men's title, with
190 pts.. 10.000 Lakes speed skating tournament, Min-
neapolis.

PAT GIBSON, W Allis. Wis .sr. women's title, with 150
pts., 10,000 lakes speed skating tournament, Minneap-
olis.

MOTORBOATING

RAY GASSNER, St. Petersburg. Fla., 10-m. Southland
Sweepstakes, SL Petersburg.

POLO

L.I. ROUGH RIDERS, over Squadron A, 9-6, New York.

RACQUETS

GEOFFREY ATKINS. England, over Clarence Pell. 15-1,
15-6. 15-9, Canadian singles title, Montreal.

J. A. WAGG. England, and ATKINS, over Fred Derham
and Pell, 7-15, 15-6, 15-10, 15-10, Canadian doubles title,
Montreal.

SKIING

RAGNER ULLAND. Seattle, jr. championship, with leaps
ol 252, 256 ft., natl. jumping tournament. Leavenworth,
Wash.

CHIHARU IGAYA, Dartmouth. Gibson Trophy giant sla-
lom, in combined time ot 2:25 lor two runs, N. Conway,

BRUCE A. LEAVITT. Franconia, N.H., boys' title, with
6.36 pis.. Eastern amateur championships. Lake Placid,
N.Y.

BERN BLIKSTAD, Bear Mountain, N.Y.. Telemark Tro-

S hy, with 201.4 pts.. President's Cup, with 105.2 pts.,
ear Mountain, N.Y.

EARL HITT. Detroit, and PAUL JACOBS. Iron Mountain.
Mich., Class A title, with 142.3 pts.. Lower Michigan Open
championships. Mesick. Mich.

UNIV. OF WASHINGTON, inti, intercollegiate meet, with
287.3 pts.. Banff. Alta.

SOUASH RACQUETS

G. DIEHL MAT EER. Philadelphia, over Henri Salaun, 15-7,
15-9, 15-16, 12-15, 15-7. Canadian singles title, Montreal.

TENNIS

(Austin Smith Tournament, Ft. Lauderdale. Fla.)

EDDIE M0YLAN. Trenton. N.J., over Johann Kupler-
burger. 6-2, 6-1. 6-4, men's singles.

CAROL FAGEROS, Coral Gables, Fla., over Marilyn Stock.
6-2, 6-2, women's singles.

up.

EPIC KING. $13,757 Louisiana Handicap, 1 1. 16 m . by a
head, in 1:45-4, Fair Grounds, New Orleans. Bobby Per-
mane up.

TOBOGGANING

TONY SALVESEN. Norway, world men's singles cham-
pionship, in 8:08.59 lor lour heats, Oslo.

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

COMING EVENTS

• TV • NETWORK RADIO: All TIMES ARE E.S.T. EXCEPT WHEN OTHERWISE NOTED
February 1 1 through 20

friday.'february tt

Basketball

(Leading college games)

Brigham Young vs. Ulah, Provo, Utah.

Geo. Washington vs. Richmond, Washington, D.C.
N Carolina St. vs. S. Carolina, Raleigh, N.C.
UCLA vs. Stanford. Los Angeles.

(Professionals)

Rochester vs. Ft. Wayne; Philadelphia vs. Bos-
ton. Philadelphia.

8oxing

• Harold Johnson vs. Paul Andrews, light heavy-

• weights. Mad. Sq. Garden. N,Y. (10 rds.). 10
p.m. (NBC).

Jimmy Carter vs. Tony DeMarco, lightweights
(nontitle). Boston Garden (10 rds.).

Skiing

Williams Winter Carnival. Williamstown, Mass.
Univ. of Nevada Winter Carnival. Reno,

Sled Dog Derby

N. American Sled Dog Derby, W. Yellowstone,
Mont.

Squash Racquets

Natl. Squash Racquets singles, Detroit.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 12
Basketball

(Leading college games)

Iowa vs. Indiana. Iowa City, la.

La Salle vs. Richmond, Philadelphia.

Maryland vs. N. Carolina, College Pk., Md.

• Minnesota vs. Illinois. Minneapolis, 3 p.m. (CBS).
UCLA vs. Stanford. Los Angeles.

(Professionals)

New York vs. Ft. Wayne. New York.

Rochester vs. Minneapolis, Rochester, N.Y.

• Syracuse vs. Milwaukee. Syracuse, N.Y., 3 p.m.
(NBC).

Bobsledding

U.S. Olympic team tryouts, Lake Placid, N.Y.

Hockey

Boston vs. New York, Boston.

Toronto vs. Detroit, Toronto.

Horse Racing

San Antonio Handicap $50,000, hi m., 3-yr.olds
up, Santa Anita Pk., Calif.

Ice Skating

N. American outdoor speed championships.
Saranac Lake, N.Y.

Soiling

S. American championship regatta. Lightning
Class, Buenos Aires.

Biscayne Bay regatta, Miami Beach.

Skiing

Natl, cross-country championships, Willamette
Pass. Ore.

Winter Carnival, Steamboat Springs. Colo.

Track & Field

• NYAC meet, Mad. Sq. Garden, N.Y., 8:30 p.m.
(Mutual).

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 13
Auto Racing

NASCAR 100-m. race. Jacksonville. Fla.

Sports car races, Willow Springs T rack. Lancaster,
Calif.

Basketball

Boston vs. New York, Boston.

Ft, Wayne vs. Milwaukee, Ft. Wayne. Ind.
Minneapolis vs. Philadelphia, Minneapolis.
Syracuse vs. Rochester, Syracuse, N.Y.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 14
Basketball

(Leading college games)

Duquesne vs. Cincinnati. Pittsburgh.

Indiana vs. Minnesota, Bloomington. Ind.

Iowa vs. Ohio St., Iowa City, la.

Kentucky vs. Xavier (O.). Lexington, Ky.
Nebraska vs. Missouri. Lincoln. Neb.

San Francisco vs. Santa Clara. San Jose.
(Professionals)

New York vs. Ft. Wayne. Miami.

Syracuse vs. Milwaukee; Rochester vs. Phila-
delphia, Toledo.

Boxing

• Kenny lane vs. Jackie Blair, lightweights. St.
Nick's. N.Y. (10 rds.). 10 p.m. (Du Mont).

• Gene Fullmer vs. Paul Pender, middleweights,
Eastern Pkwy.. Brooklyn, N Y. (10 rds.), 10 p.m.
(ABC-local blackout).

• Westminster Kennel Club show. Mad Sq. Garden
N.Y., 9:15 p.m. (Mutual). (Also Feb. 15.)

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 15
Basketball

(Leading college games)

N. Carolina St. vs. Duke, Raleigh, N.C.

Texas vs. TCU. Austin, Tex.

Texas ASM vs. SMU, College Station, Tex.
(Professionals)

Boston vs. Milwaukee; Philadelphia vs. Roch-
ester. Buffalo , N.Y.

Hockey

Detroit vs. Chicago, Detroit.

Ice Skating

World figure skating championships, Vienna.

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16
Basketball

Rochester vs. Philadelphia. Saratoga Springs, N.Y.

Boxing

• Bobo Olson vs. Ralph (T iger) Jones, middleweights
(nontitle). Chicago Stad. (10 rds.), 10 p.m. (CBS).

Hockey

• New York vs. Boston, New York, 9:15 p.m.
(Mutual).

Horse Racing

Bougainvillea Turf Handicap, $25,000, l*i 6 m.,
3-yr.-olds up, Hialeah Pk., Fla.

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17
Basketball

(Leading college games)

Montana vs. Utah, Missoula, Mont.

• NYU vs. Manhattan; St. John's vs. Niagara. Mad.
Sq. Garden, N.Y., 9:15 p.m. (Mutual).

(Professionals)

Ft. Wayne vs. New York, Miami.

Rochester vs. Philadelphia, New Haven, Conn.
Syracuse vs. Boston, Syracuse, N.Y.

Boxing

Cisco Andrade vs. Lauro Salas, lightweights,
Olympic Audit. (10 rds.), Los Angeles.

Tommy (Hurricane) Jackson vs. Leo Johnson,
heavyweights, Sunnyside Gardens, N.Y, (10 rds.),

Golf

Texas Open, San Antonio, Tex.

Serbin Women’s Open, Miami Beach.

Hockey

Chicago vs. Boston. Chicago.

Montreal vs. Detroit, Montreal.

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18
Basketball

(Leading college games)

California vs. UCLA. Berkeley, Calif.

Fotdham vs. Holy Cross, New York.

San Francisco vs. St. Mary's. San Francisco.
S. California vs. Stanford, Los Angeles.

Wash. St. vs. Oregon St., Pullman. Wash,
(Professionals)

Philadelphia vs. Syracuse, Philadelphia.

Boxing

• Ezzard Charles vs. Charley Norkus, heavyweights,

• Mad. Sq. Garden, N.Y. (10 rds.), 10 p.m. (NBC).

USLTA men's indoor championships begin, New
York.

Water Polo

Pan American Games tryouts, Lynwood, Calif.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19
Basketball

(Leading college games)

California vs. UCLA. Berkeley. Calit.

Duke vs. Wake Forest. Durham. N.C.

Indiana vs. Northwestern, Bloomington. Ind.
Kentucky vs. DePaul. Chicago.

• Michigan vs. Minnesota. Ann Arbor, Mich.. 3
p.m. (CBS),

Muhlenberg vs. La Salle, Allentown, Pa.

N. Carolina St. vs. Maryland. Raleigh, N.C.

S. California vs. Stanford. Los Angeles.

Temple vs. Holy Cross. Philadelphia.

TCU vs. Rice, Ft. Worth, Tex.

Villanova vs. Duquesne, Philadelphia.

Wash. St. vs. Oregon St., Pullman, Wash.

W. Virginia vs. Geo. Washington, Morgantown. W.
Va.

Wisconsin vs. Illinois. Madison, Wis.
(Professionals)

• Minneapolis vs. Ft. Wayne, Minneapolis, 3 p m.
(NBC).

New York vs. Syracuse. New York.

Rochester vs. Milwaukee. Rochester, N.Y.

Bobsledding

U.S. Olympic team tryouts, Lake Placid, N.Y.

Hockey

Montreal vs. New York, Montreal.

Toronto vs. Boston, Toronto.

Horse Racing

Santa Anita Derby, $100,000, l‘/» m.. 3-yr.-olds,
Santa Anita Pk.. Calif.

• Widener Handicap. $100,000, l'/« m., 3 yr. olds,
Hialeah Pk.. Fla., 4-30 p.m. (CBS)

LeCompte Handicap, $10,000 IV, m.. 3-yr.olds
up, Fair Grounds, New Orleans.

Ice Skating

World speed skating championships. Moscow.

Track & Field

• Natl. AAU championships. Mad. Sq. Garden,
N.Y., 8:30 p.m. (Mutual).

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 20

NASCAR Speed Week begins, Daytona Beach, Fla.

Basketball

Boston vs. Philadelphia. Boston.

Milwaukee vs. Ft. Wayne, Milwaukee.
Minneapolis vs. Rochester, Minneapolis.
Syracuse vs. New York, Syracuse, N.Y.

Hockey

Chicago vs. Toronto, Chicago.

New York vs. Detroit. New York.

Skiing

USEASA women’s giant slalom, Rutland. Vt.

Sled Dog Derby

New England Sled Dog championships, Littleton,
N.H.

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

if you are taking up figure skating

YOU SHOULD KNOW:

New popularity

T T ISTORICALLY, the idea of making meaningful markings on ice originated on
-Li. the canals of 15th century Holland. Americans took little interest in figure
skating until the turn of the present century but today, with the help of arti-
ficial ice, the sport is enjoying a phenomenal growth, and with climate no
longer a limitation, there are prospects of its becoming truly national in scope.
Home-grown North American skaters are beginning to challenge the tradi-
tional superiority of Europeans and several have won world titles.

Buying boots . . .

Boots and blades are listed separately because that is the way they should
be bought. When buying boots, remember a good fit is vital. Don't worry
about weak ankles, because a well-fitted boot is so tight around the heel that
your ankles can’t waver. Get your boot a half to a full size smaller than your
ordinary walking shoes. Have it fitted over a lightweight sock. Leave plenty
of room to wiggle your toes, but stress tightness around the heel and ankle.
Ready-made boots range from $15 to $30 a pair in price, custom-made ones
$50 to $85. Custom boots are worth it if you’re serious about figure skating.
They’ll fit much better and will last the weekend skater five to 15 years.
In fitting children, have special inner soles made by your shoemaker if you
get a big boot with the idea the child will grow into it. The inner sole will
give proper support in an oversize boot.

• • •

. . . and blades

A pair of blades will cost $10 to $40 and you’ll do well to get the best as
they will hold a good edge and last almost indefinitely. If the boots wear out,
you can transfer the blades to a new pair. Make sure you get a figure blade,
one with teeth and rounded in front. Blades should be set on with screws
(not rivets) slightly inside the center line of the boot for easier balance. Keep
the blades sharp, leaving two raised edges on each, with a hollow-ground
groove between. Wipe them after each use to prevent rusting and protect
them with rubber or wood guards when you’re not using them.

Lessons

Figure skating cannot be self-taught. Lessons are admittedly expensive,
but they are necessary. Private lessons range from $3 for ordinary teachers
to $6 for experts per half hour. But beginners can learn satisfactorily through
group instruction at $1 or $1.50 a lesson. Information on accredited instruc-
tors is available from the Professional Skaters Guild of America, 1617 East
Boulder St., Colorado Springs, Colo.

A tew hints

Basically, remember that skating posture is like walking posture with the
addition of a pronounced forward bend of the knees and ankles and a slight
sidewise lean to the whole body. In plain forward and backward stroking on
ice, push from the inside edge of the blade (the edge nearer the inside of your
foot) but sfcate on the outside edge. When shifting your weight from one foot
to another, keep your feet as close together as possible. Keep your full body
weight over the leg you are skating on by pressing the hip on that side well
under you. Learn to do long strokes forward and backward, pushing cleanly
from one foot to the other.

Other aids

You can learn a lot from what has been written about figure skating and
from intelligent observation of good skaters, but this is only supplementary
to the personal instruction that is necessary. The U.S. Figure Skating Associ-
ation, 30 Huntington Ave., Boston, Mass, publishes a monthly magazine and
several useful technical manuals.

Recommended books are: Figure Skating by Willy Boeckl, $4.95; Figure
and Dance Skating by Paul von Gassner, $7.50, and Skating Jor Beginners
by Barbara Ann Scott and Michael Kirby, $3.75.

by The Know-it-all

FEBRUARY 14. 1955

63

UNDER 21

PISTOL

PRINCESS

At 16, Kathleen Walsh already has a fistful of medals
for marksmanship — after only two years of competition.
Today she looks like the coming pistol-shooting queen

EXPERT KATHY was trained by
her famous father, Lieut. Colonel
Walsh, champion shot of the Marines.

Arlington, Va.

T he last time Kathleen Walsh
checked up on the medals she has
won in pistol tournaments here and
there in just two years of competition,
they totaled 33. She keeps most of
them on a hanging wall bracket in her
bedroom and sticks the overflow inside
a box in the closet.

At 16 this pistol-packing prom girl
from Marymount High in Arlington,
Va. has only 10 tournaments behind
her. So it looks as though after a few
more years of this sort of thing she’ll
have to move her bed right out into
the hall to make room for the cham-
pionship silverware.

At any rate, for somebody who nev-
er even held a pistol in her hand until
she was 14, she has moved up pretty
fast. She did start fooling around with
the .22 rifle when she was 12, piercing
paper targets in local contests. And she
still has nothing against the rifle as a
real sporting weapon— still uses it, as
a matter of fact. But once she got her
hands on a pistol, the old thrill was
gone and the new one began.

“At first,” she says, “you feel all
sort of wobbly with a pistol because
you haven’t any support to sight in
the way you do with a rifle. On ac-
count of that you have to develop a
lot of mental self-control. A good part
of what it takes to shoot a pistol is
right up in your head.”

Apparently what’s up in Kathleen’s
head is just right for pistol shooting.
In 1953 she journeyed out to Camp
Perry, Ohio, with her father and en-

tered the National Pistol Champion-
ships. She had a little local tournament
experience behind her, but not much.
It was like a Three-Eye league ball
player trying to jump to the majors.
All Kathleen did was finish third in
the big shoot for the Women’s Nation-
al Championship.

To make Kathleen’s slightly incredi-
ble career in the world of the pistol
shooters a little more credible, it ought
to be pointed out that her father — Lt.
Col. Walter R. Walsh, USMC— is not
only one of the top rifle and pistol shots
in the Marine Corps but in 1952 he
w r on the National Service Rifle Cham-

pionship at Fort Benning, Ga. He has
collected enough medals and trophies
to fill an attic.

A funny thing about Kathleen, as
well as her father, is that they are both
left-handed pistol shooters. This is fair-
ly rare — in a tournament you’re not
apt to find more than two or three
lefties out of 50 on the line. Nor is
Kathleen left-handed all the way— she
plays softball summers in a recreation-
al playground league (shortstop or first
base! and she both bats and fields
right-handed. On the other hand, she
writes and drinks malted milks with
her left hand.

“/ guess I'm just lucky.”

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SPORTS ILLUSTRATED

Of course, Kathleen didn’t get to be
this good just because her father hap-
pens to be one of the nation’s top-rank-
ing shots. Like every other sport, pistol
shooting demands a lot of practice.

Kathleen gets hers three ways. First
of all, she’s a member of the Fairling-
ton Junior Rifle Club, which meets
every Saturday. (She’s the oldest in the
group of 50.) Then, she competes in the
Tuesday Night League with the Wash-
ington D.C. Pistol Club. And finally,
the Walshes have set up a very neat
target range in the basement of their
home where they can go down any old
time for a fast workout.

KATHLEEN’S BIGGEST THRILL

Kathleen went back out to Camp
Perry in 1954 and though she was dis-
appointed because she came in 4th this
time, her father wasn’t. The weather
conditions were bad, and Gertrude
Backstrom, one of the nation’s best
women pistol shots, was in the tourna-
ment— she hadn’t been in ’53. And. de-
spite her impatience with herself, Kath-
leen found herself listed in the bulletin
published by the Dept, of the Army’s
Division of Civilian Marksmanship as
40th out of 90 pistol shots all over
the country who achieved the rank of
expert.

As far as she can remember, Kath-
leen’s biggest thrill came when she en-
tered the tryouts for the U.S. repre-
sentatives to compete for the Inter-
national Rapid Fire Championship at
Caracas, Venezuela. The tryouts took
place at Camp Perry in 1954.

In order to get in the Perry Compe-
titions, you had to beat out your re-
gional rivals and get a score of at least
520. All around the country there were
about 1,000 pistol shooters aiming for
this goal.

Kathleen wound up at Perry, along
with 250 to 300 regional survivors.
Shooting it out on the line, the number
was cut down to 50 by as nerve-racking
a system of elimination as you could
imagine.

The shooter aimed at a paper target
with five scoring rings, two top and two
bottom and one in the middle. You
had exactly eight seconds to plunk
them all on the first round, six sec-
onds on the second round and four sec-
onds on the third round.

Kathleen made 60 hits out of 60
shots, set a new woman’s record with
a score of 560 out of a possible 600.
“But,” she says, “I only wound up
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PUGILISM'S POLLUTION

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tanked fights that happened years ago. He
forgets the man connected with this fix is
now running boxing in this country.

Keep up the good work in exposing
corruption in boxing and/or any other
sport.

Richard Fitzpatrick

Brooklyn

FATAL MESS

Sirs:

Congratulations to SI for taking the ini-
tiative in trying to clean up boxing's stink-
ing mess which if left alone might someday
kill a great sport.

Elliott e Boswell

Burkeville, Va.

I KEEP HOPING

Sirs:

... I could shout for joy the way you
are crusading for cleaning up the fight
racket.

Each bout I watch on TV, and I LOVE
a good clean fight, I keep hoping will be
a little better than the one before. Three
cheers for SI and I hope it will mean bet-
ter boxing for everyone to enjoy. I have
a special interest in boxing because for
many years I acted as secretary to a man
who I think is the greatest boxing historian
living today. He is Johnny Houck of Lan-
caster, brother of the late great Leo Houck,
boxing coach at Penn State for many years.
Johnny has been crusading for his entire
life for the U.S.A. to have one boxing com-
missioner to do the job and do it right, in-
stead of each state having its own, with
every fight being judged differently and I
must say, very confusing to everyone. So I
know he too is very much behind you in
your great undertaking.

Mrs. Anthony L. Steckel Jr.
Lancaster, Pa.

CONTINUE TO OBLIGE

Sirs:

Please continue your efforts to clean up
boxing we all love so well. There is more
than just a story here — there's principle,
obligation You have the reports the me-
dium, the honesty, decency and even obli-
gation to help correct the future of boxing
for future Americans.

R. Torer

Newark, O.

THAT BRAZEN MONOPOLY

Sirs:

Are we, the public, to infer that when we
take over on the 19 th hole the No. 1
gripe is Robert Hall's opinion on an NCAA
ruling? A more important issue at stake is
the country's questionable racket— boxing.
This deserves immediate relentless and con-
tinuous exposd of those parasitic foes of a
good sport. More in-fighting is necessary by
SI. Keep up body punching and wear ’em
down. Blows to the cranium, which is cal-
cified, won’t hurt them. Fight for right and
your efforts will not be in vain. TV should
not glorify the big men in IBC before the
eyes of the younger generation, when even
an iota of suspicion prevails. You have
been challenged by those who brazenly mo-
nopolize a racket of controlling a fighter’s
livelihood.

Where is the press other than SI that
will support you in this fight?

Frank J. Kracha

Los Altos, Calif. .

• Right in there, judging by the many
editorials and columns our readers clip
and send us.— ED.

NOW IT'S MR. AVERAGE MAN

Sirs:

Last month I sent you a letter in which
I complained (perhaps too bitterly) that
your magazine was rather top-heavy in
your leanings toward the outdoor sports of
the “well-heeled” set. . . . My main idea in
this letter was to try to open the eyes of
the editor, in which I may have failed. At
least I know that it was read.

But I certainly must admit that I sure
was raked over the coals by the two letters
that you published a few weeks later. Mr.
John J. Tonnsen Jr. is right, I did find
the subscription blank somewhere. I found
it in the inside pages of Life magazine
which 1 have subscribed to since before
World War II. And would you mind tel-
ling Mr. D. M. Burgess Jr. that there
are not enough outdoor magazines to
sink a small rowboat. There are but three,
Sports Afield, Field & Stream and Out-
door Life.

To both of these gentlemen might I ad-
dress this question??? Since when is it a
naughty word to be called an average man
or part of the “beagle or cane-pole crowd.”
Shades of Dan’l Boone!! Not too long ago,
I have been told, it was the beagle and
cane-pole crowd and/or its counterpart that
made this country great. It was the back-
woodsman and the average man that made

this country free and all through history
fought and won all of the wars. Thus, if
you wish to classify me with the beagle
and cane-pole crowd I’ll tell you I’m
DAMN proud of it. . . .

Mr. Average Man
Grand Rapids, Mich.

• Mr. Average Mari’s last anonymous
letter was signed Average Reader and
postmarked Kalamazoo, but his tone
of voice is the same and he should not
give up hope. He has opened the edi-
tors' eyes, as well, apparently, as the
eyes of numerous other "average read-
ers” who have taken up pen to indulge
in self-analysis, which is a fascinating
sport in itself. Indeed it all makes our
eyes open wider and wider and we, too,
are looking inward. Thanks for the
prod. — ED.

AFTER CONSIDERABLE THOUGHT

Sirs:

A short time ago I wrote you a letter
canceling my son’s subscription to SI. At
that time I gave my reasons as, and I
quote: “SI does not cater to the masses
but to a few select few that can afford ex-
pensive cars and go boar hunting, etc., etc.”

I have had a guilty conscience ever
since. My son received another subscrip-
tion as a Christmas gift and after reading
the last five issues, I realize I was wrong.

After considerable thought, I arrived at
the conclusion that a magazine to be truly
great must cater to everyone, not just to a
few that like baseball, football, etc. Your
fight expose, although a little ambiguous,
at times is a step in the right direction. . . .

There are many other items in your fine
magazine that I will never participate in
but I find now that I enjoy reading about
them and who knows, maybe someday I
can afford some of the more expensive lux-
ury sports.

So accept my apologies for my first let-
ter and my thanks to you for a fine job.
My son has also become an avid reader.

Leonard J. Kahn

Cleveland

• Accepted; welcome back. —ED.

I CONCUR

Sirs:

“Average Reader” (SI, Jan. 17) should
give SI pause for reflection. I concur with
this gentleman.

You are doing a fine job in many re-
spects, t.c., the boxing scandal, but you are
neglecting the rank and file of American
sportsmen who take their sport in their
own backyard. Not shooting game re-
leased before the gun or skiing at Sun Val-
ley. Is your publication intended to be ex-
clusively for the wealthy?

J. B. Fossett

Havelock, N.C.

• A game-preserve shoot is often the
only gunning available to the city

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dwelled. SI has reported on skiing,
now the winter sport of 20 million peo-
ple in virtually every section of the
country. They can’t all be rich.— ED.

HERE HE IS

Sirs:

1 am a charter subscriber to SI and my
answer to Mr. Average Reader’s ques-
tion, ‘‘Where is the Average Reader?”, is
he is sitting home reading your wonderful
magazine and enjoying every page of it.

I have always been under the impression
that most Americans have always prided
themselves on the idea that there are al-
ways new fields to conquer. If you used your
pages for hunting and fishing you would be
defeating .vour purpose of a really different
sports magazine and would become just an-
other run-of-the-mill, dime-a-dozen sports
magazine.

Also thank you very much for your ex-
cellent article on the Fort Wayne Pistons
and the National Basketball Association.

Stanley H. Jones

Fort Wayne, Ind.

THAT MAN OF LITTLE PATIENCE

Sirs:

“Average Reader” must be a man of lit-
tle patience as, after all, SI is a brand-new
magazine and I am sure in time will cover
some of the sports you mentioned. As I un-
derstand it, I assume SI more or less fol-
lows the seasons, especially in major sports.
This spring there will probably be wonder-
ful art icles and pictures on fishing and, like-
wise, hunting in the fall.

Now you might say, “Oh, but here in
Michigan we fish and hunt now!” Yes, here
in South Dakota we do, too in fact our
trout season was extended. But on the a r-
eruye, one thinks of fishing in the spring
and summer, hunting during the fall and
skiing during the winter season.

If you are such an average sportsman,
why don't you take heed and try out a ski
area in Michigan. I'll bet you’d love it!
I don’t know what age you are, but out
here at Terry Peak we have young and old
who enjoy the sport.

My husband and 1 think SI is a great
magazine and we are looking forward to
an article on water skiing this summer.
We have a little more patience than you
have.

Another thing if you are really a true
sportsman, you surely should be interested
in every type of sport. There are many
little-known facts about some sports that
in sport articles make for good reading.

SI just didn't deserve to get a letter such
as you wrote!

Sonya J. Luther

Rapid City, S.D.

WEE GARMENTS AND BIG LAWSUITS

Sirs:

I’ll have you know this is my first fan
letter and I'm proud to say SI is rapidly
growing to be my favorite magazine.

I’m the mother of three small children
and don’t have much time for anything
else. But at night, when my brood is set-
tled in bed, I pick up my knitting nee-
dles and start clicking away wee garments.
(My husband wears size 13 socks, i He picks
up the latest issue of SI and starts read-
ing to me. We really enjoy it from cover
to cover.

Your latest articles on the boxing mo-

nopoly are dam good and I, for one, am
proud to know we at last have a champion
in the form of a wonderful magazine. Ex-
posing crooks in the fight game is the most
wonderful thing to happen in a long time.
It’s good to know that there are some peo-
ple left that can't be bought off by big
money or scared off by threats of big law-
suits. . . .

In your Jan. 17th issue you had an arti-
cle entitled Exercise to Keep Fit by Wil-
liam H. White (no relation, I’m sure'. I
tried them all, including the walk-one-mile-
each-day. I had to confine my walking to
around the block, but after the 10th time
around, people were beginning to give me
funny looks, so l gave up and decided I
wouldn’t look too good with the figure of
an athlete anyway. How about some exer-
cises for women whose ambitions run along
the lines of just keeping a trim figure? I’m
sure you can find quite a lot of women read-
ers who are interested. Besides, you can
imagine the looks I’d get the second month
when 1 would have to walk-jog-walk-run-
walk around the block 20 times. By the
third month they would have me hauled
away.

Thanks for giving people like me a shot
in the arm by stirring up my interest in all
sports. By the time we are ready to renew
our subscription, I’ll be so well informed
I’ll be sending you articles to print under
my byline. See what happens when you’ve
got a good thing- everybody wants into
the act.

For my first I sure got carried away.

.lAcyuE H. White

Temple, Tex.

• We happily welcome Mrs. White in-
to our act while our Mr. White is think-
ing hard for ways to produce that trim
figure. — ED.

THE BRAVE BULLS: VOL. II

Sirs:

In reply to my letter in which I stated
that Joselito was not killed when he went
in for the kill, SI said that he was killed
"at the moment of truth a moment that
begins when the matador fixes the bull.”

There have been several versions of Jose-
lito’s last corrida but no one, except SI,
has maintained that Joselito was killed at
the moment of truth or anywhere near it.
Here’s the story of how the greatest torero
of all time died:

On May 16, 1920 Joselito, aged 25, was
fighting a minor fight in Talavera de la
Reina to help out a friend. The fifth bull,
Bailador, came into the ring and the mo-
ment he saw it Joselito warned his bande-
rillero brother Fernando: “Don’t go out
with this one he’s dangerous.” The bull
was small 259 kilos dressed - but its horns
were perfect for killing. “Don’t get on
them” he warned his cuadrilla "you'll
never get off."

With the cape Joselito quickly found out
that the bull was disastrously defective of
vision, seeing well at a distance but almost
blind up close. It also kept returning to its
querencia along the fence where it elected
to fight in a defensive, impossible manner.
After only five passes with the muleta, the
bull retreated to the spot it felt most secure
in, its^McrcHcra, and Joselito withdrew a few
steps to change his grip on the muleta. This
brought him into the area where the bull
saw perfectly and suddenly it lunged for-
ward. Joselito saw the animal coming but
he merely stood there and flared out the
muleta. On any other bull the muleta han-
dled like this by the master would have
lured it off its course. But now the bull had
entered the field of vision where it saw
neither man nor cloth, and it crashed into
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DOOZYS

Sirs :

As one nicknamed "Dusy," let me con-
firm your guess at the origin of “It's a
Doozy” (SI, Jan. 31 ).

In 1922 at Indianapolis seven of the first
10 cars finishing were Duesenbergs, and the
expression was born. Alas, “Doozy” went
the way of "‘colonel” and wound up with
the alternate meaning of "stinker.”

DUESENBERG TOWN CAR

How I would love to see some more pic-
tures of those beautiful cars which I re-
member so well.

George Dusenbury

Saluda, N.C.

DUESENBERG CABRIOLET

Joselito, actually by accident. The horn
ripped open the man’s lower stomach and,
though it wasn’t necessarily a fatal wound,
when Joselito saw his exposed viscera he
died of the shock, gasping, “Mother, I’m
smothering, I’m smothering!”

This account was told to me by Joselito's
brother El Gallo and by his nephew Gallito.
In my restaurant El Matador here in San
Francisco we have on the wall part of the
jacket Joselito was wearing the day of his
death, his dress cape and his sword, given to
me by his family.

Barnaby Conrad

San Francisco

• Controversy over whether Joselito
was killed at moment of truth has been
raging in bull-ring circles for years,
with some experts claiming he was,
others saying he was preparing muleta.
But Si’s expert in Spain sticks to his
moment of truth.— ED.

THAT SPECIAL KNOWLEDGE

Sirs:

Congratulations to SI on its great cover-
age of the corrida. It was the best written
story in English that I have seen in any
magazine yet. Mr. Stanton knows his sub-
ject as few English-speaking people do.

I did not write before because I wished
to see the reader response. It was all that
I expected, and I am very pleased by it for
I think it will show you how much interest
there is in this.

As for criticism; the article, the finest;
drawings, fine; but one needs a very special
knowledge to take good photos of bulls
just as of any other action. Mr. Kauffman's
are good as photos but poor as taurine
photos.

Mr. Barnaby Conrad’s uncalled for and
picayune comments seem to me to be out of
order. You describe him as an aficionado;
I do not feel that is either descriptive or
true. He has peddled a fair knowledge and
some skill at writing about bulls to the pub-
lic with some success. But his writing on the
subject can also be “piced.” If he were the
aficionado he claims to be, he would be liv-
ing where he could attend exhibits of the
subject he writes about instead of running a
saloon in San Francisco and hacking out
hemipygian comments on excellent work.

Robert M. Crowell

CardifT, Calif.

A ONCE-GREAT CITY

Sirs:

As the last president of the Shanghai
Bowling Congress unless the Reds have

organized bowling since taking over that
China city in 1949 permit me to take ex-
ception to the line in your Memo from
the Publisher in the Jan. 31 issuein which
you say Victor Kalman, as a United Press
correspondent, filed stories "from such non-
bowling centers as Saipan, Tinian, Peleliu,
Okinawa and China.”

Prior to its “liberation” by Mao Tse-
tung el «/., bowling wasa very popular sport
in Shanghai and at the time of Pearl Har-
bor, I think Shanghai probably had bowl-
ing leagues, both tenpins and ducks, that
were unique: for example, when I bowled
tenpins for the Shanghai Race Club team
in the 1948 league, our team consisted of
the English manager of the National Cash
Register Co., a Portuguese accountant, a
White Russian gold-bar broker, a Swiss ho-
tel manager and an American advertising
man.

Don King

Dallas

DREADFULLY SORRY

Sirs:

Oh, by Gail, Sir! Oh I say. Sir!

We have never worn a blazer
To play rugby in it really isn’t done!
But from The Oval to Darjeeling
You’ll find cricketeers revealing
Multiplicities of colours in the sun.

The rugger man is brutal
He would never get his suit all
Muddied up by playing dressed in snowy-
white.

So, to strike up an affinity
With Magdalen and with Trinity
Please publish this, and set the matter
right.

“Oxonian”

Victoria, B.C.

WRONG SPORT, RIGHT LOOKJ

• Indeed, Sir, we are glad, Sir,
To be set right on the blazer.

We’re sorry that we done, Sir, what
we done.

For the Test with Britain’s greatest
foe,

See this week's piece by Gallieo.

This may not set us right, but ain’t
it fun?— ED.

SKI HEIL!

Sirs:

In your Dec. 6 edition you mentioned a
ski area at Ligonier, Pennsylvania. Since
this area is near enough to afford weekend
skiing I am particularly desirous of obtain-
ing further information relating to the fa-
cilities available there and the possibilities
of equipment rental.

Karl L. Conrad

Akron, 0.

• Laurel Mountain’s 15 slopes and
trails, which range from novice to ex-
pert in difficulty, are served by five
tows, ranging from 250 to 2,200 feet.
A fine place to stay is the White Star
Inn in Jennerstown. The rates are from
$5.25 to $7 a day American Plan. Tow
charges are $2.50 a day and a limited
amount of equipment is available —
$2.50 a day pays for skis and poles.
Boots can be rented, but it’s better to
have your own. — ED.

SOLUTION TO LAST WEEK'S

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